“I’m James,” the next boy announced. “Why do you call the dog you’re carrying Tripod?”
Keenan smiled and nuzzled the little pooch. “Do you know what a tripod is, James?”
James shook his head.
“Well, a tripod is a stand, like for a camera that has three legs.” He held Tripod up. “This little guy came to us after he was run-over by a car. I couldn’t save his injured leg, and I had to remove it. It left him with only three legs, so I named him Tripod.”
Just then the door behind the group burst open and a red- faced young man came running in. He was quite out of breath.
“I’m so sorry, Dr. Hunter. Penny called me about doing the tour, but I got stuck in traffic on the interstate. Sorry I’m late.” He stopped and took a deep breath. “But I’m here now, and I’ll take over…if you want.”
Keenan
