Through the open door I heard little, hurt, gasping
sobs.
Heart, instincts, intelligence-all werepure
Bobtail. We complimented the maker,yet no one drank.
Oh, no, one lied, because one was dependent on
tenants to paymortgages and taxes.
Each note might have been pounded on myvertebrae.
Flirt, Loos daughter, had a litter two weeks old. She could only watch; at night her
world was quiteblank. Cobwebby darkness did not worryPunk; he dashed in and dug up a
bone to gnaw while I tended puppies. I stuffed the furnace to its limit, hung
rugsover north windows. Cobwebby darkness did not worryPunk; he dashed in and dug up
a bone to gnaw while I tended puppies. The butcher came to select a puppy from Loos
litter. The gardens Sunday quiet fastenedalmost immediately upon the dogs. It took
me three hours a day for three weeks bottling pups,but they throve
amazingly.
During law vacation hevisited cousins all over the
world.
Intothe garden trooped a stream of grey vitality,
stirring commotionamong the calm of the flowers. Were humans so blind that a
creatures peculiaritiessuggested no name special to him?
The deaf dog had nothing to respond to but thepat
of pity. Every house-owner knows theagony and the anxiety regarding freeze-up and
pipe bursts. She preceded him down the stair, down thestreet. He loved Loo and he
loved me; we bothloved Punk.
Idleness irked Meg; her whole beingtwitched to
obey; her eyes pleaded, Work! Sheep-bells sounded far off; Boffin left my side and
went to thatof his new master. As the guestspoured through the door the monkey
squealed at the widows and thewidows at the monkey.
Dangling hischoice by the scruff, he said, Work
waitin, young fella.