Dec 16, 2006 23:19
If there have been other people in the Bar with small animals, the little Mountie is not aware of it. He's been in the room he took upstairs since yesterday, seeing to the needs of the hours-old husky puppy he brought in with him. It's not unfamiliar work; he's done much the same for foals and calves before, though not under such circumstances. It's just work that calls for patience and dedication.
He's got both, in spades, but sooner or later he was bound to run out of supplies. Thus he's down in the main Bar with a truly tiny puppy- barely a day old- in a blanket-cushioned basket, filling that drip bag the doctor-woman Khemrys gave him.
He'll eat eventually, when he's hungry. Right now, the pup needs him more.
silver corporal,
cliff huxtable