This little one really had a chance of surviving.
We wrapped him in warm blankets and continued to observe him. The mother lay down near the table. Every time someone approached the puppy, he raised his head. When we left, he lay down quietly again.
After about an hour, the puppy tried to raise its head. It couldn’t. It tried again. Its mother gently licked it.
Suddenly, something unusual happened.
The dog suddenly stood up, went to the door, then stopped. He looked at me, then turned back. He took the bottom of my apron in his teeth, gently tugged on it, then let go. He took a few steps back, then turned back to me.
Sarah frowned.
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t know the answer.
The dog came back and again pulled on my bottom
