Chapter Seven
The puppies slept after their latest feeding, so I’d allowed myself a quick shower and the chance to sit down at the table in the kitchen to have a cup of coffee. I needed it after being up and down with them all night long. Yes, I’d gone through much the same thing with my previous litter of abandoned puppies, but they’d been a little older, a little more self-sufficient. These poor things were going to need constant attention for at least another week.
Thank God for Frida — she’d slept with them all night, and didn’t even want to go on a walk the next morning, only asked to be let out in the backyard so she could do her business before returning to the family room to snuggle with the puppies. They already looked worlds better, eyes bright and their bodies somehow rounder,
