The man said, “The garden belongs to my cousins, I board with them.” I could see he minded being only a “boarder,” minded having no ground-rights. The resentful voice continued, “Gertie has outgrown her pen and her welcome.” Pulling a stalk of wild grass, he chewed on it furiously.
Distemper swooped upon the kennel. Dance went from strong, straight legs leaving trembling weakness. Noses parched, cracked with fever, eyes crusted, ears lay limp; there were no tailless, all-over wobbles of joy, anticipation, curiosity; dinners went untouched. One veterinary advocated open air and cold, the other sweating in a…
The dogs and I were absorbing sultry calm under the big maple tree in their play-field. They sprawled on the parched grass, not awake enough to seek trouble, not asleep enough to be unaware of the slightest happening. A most extraordinary noise was happening, a metallic gurgle that rasped…
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