Memo to myself:
Feeding puppies warm grits is an extremely simple way to render them unconscious. The little guys ate their fill, then promptly fell asleep where they were standing. This is pretty much the only peace I've had all day . Pictures coming if I can unbreak my camera. There are three boys left, the two little girls found homes a little over a week ago.
It is said that the lonely eagle flies to the mountain peaks while the lowly
ant crawls the ground, but cannot the soul of the ant soar as high as the eagle?