the neighbourhood stray gave birth to a litter of seven. there are two brown and white speckled ones, a brown one with a white-tipped tail, a white one, two brown ones and two black ones. the fairness complex seems to have gotten to the blackies. they always remain hidden behind the papapet, while their brothers and sisters explore the world on chubby, tottering steps.when i go downstairs, i usually find them awake and harassing their reed-thin mother. as soon as they see me, they rush towards me. little dogs seem to suffer from the notion that the entire world is their oyster, people included.
the brown one approaches in a fat sideways gait, and sniffs at my toes. when they dont growl, snap, bark or bite back, he decides to get brave, and pounces on them. then he waits expectantly for retaliatory action. when nothing happens for a while, and when i detect what seems to me to be a cocky, show-offy gleam in his little black eyes, i wiggle my toes, and he jumps back like he's been shot, right into the middle of a huddle of the rest of his brothers and sisters, who had gathered behind the brave explorer to watch the show. then everyone runs on drunken little legs back to mom.
nyeh,nyeh,nyeh......i strike terror into canine hearts!
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