|Photo credit: Pietroizzo|
Black, white and tan, it wriggles and whimpers. Where's mama? Mounds of squirming legs, small wet noses sniffing out breakfast. Mama rolls over and breakfast is served. Day after day,the furry bundles grow, skittering around, chewing everything in sight.
Little Tommy points to the one with a black patch over one eye. He's mine!
This was posted for Friday Flash 55.Little Tommy finally got his puppy.