“Come on, Cotton,” Chiney urged as he finally took the dog by the collar, and turned its head toward Sam. “Say ‘hello’ to my buddy Sam.”
Sam was shaking his head from side to side, his eyes opened wide in amazement. Cotton looked up at Sam, panting to be rubbed. Sam looked down into a face of pink eyes, pink nose and pink lips. There was even a pinkish glow beneath the white fur.
“It’s…it’s an albino.” Sam muttered, just as Sam and Birddog began to laugh.
“Yeah, sure is. His dad and mom, they was as normal as could be, but they was older dogs. This was the only pup born in the last litter.”
“Chiney wanted to call it ‘Albino, but I suggested we call it ‘Cotton’ because Chiney keeps cotton bales in the doghouse as bedding. The pup was three days old before Chiney saw him lying in the bac
