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.
Carol’s head ached as she trailed behind the unsmiling Calibrees
along the block of booths. She chirruped at Kennicott, “Let’s be wild!
Let’s ride on the merry-go-round and grab a gold ring!”
Kennicott considered it, and mumbled to Calibree, “Think you folks
would like to stop and try a ride on the merry-go-round?”
Calibree considered it, and mumbled to his wife, “Think you’d like
to stop and try a ride on the merry-go-round?”
Mrs. Calibree smiled in a washed-out manner, and sighed, “Oh no,
I don’t believe I care to much, but you folks go ahead and try it.”
Calibree stated to Kennicott, “No, I don’t believe we care to a
whole lot, but you folks go ahead and try it.”
Kennicott summarized the whole case against wildness: “Let’s try
it some other time, Carrie.”
She gave it up.
— Sinclair Lewis, “Main Street”