Little Ladies

As the parents worked about the kennel, they put Libby, Sarah, and I in the puppy yard to keep us contained and within sight. Playing contentedly within our chain-link fence playpen, we would nickname puppies things like “Floppy Ears” and “Puffy Wuffy.” But as we did all these sweet little girl things, we methodically purged the kennel of disease without disgust or remorse with two rocks: one that stayed flat on the ground and received the sacrificial ticks while the other was used to smash them. In comparison to Moyra, who just used her fingernails, we were civilized little ladies.