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She is hiding under a blue tarpaulin. Her siblings, all tan and brown, run and
hop, nipping at each other, uncaring whether I choose them or not. They have a
good life. They live outside and have sticks to play with. If it rains, they
seek shelter under the house. Shade is there, too. And so is Mama. Mama with all
that milk. But she's drying up, and these long-boned, orange-grove Crackers know
it. In fact, she doesn't look very healthy at all.
Skin and bones and skin and bones. Where do you run to when you're nothing but
skin and bones!
"The paper said you had black Lab puppies."
He points at the tarpaulin. "She's over there."
I look at the lone black pup and then back at the Cracker with his sky-colored
eyes and sunburned face. Two barefoot boys, maybe three and five, chase the pups
and giggle wildly each time they bait one into a game of tug.
"Their daddy is a Lab. That there is the mama. She's a shepherd. We only
got one black one."
He smiles, as if her rarity in this litter makes her extra special, and I wonder
two things. In the classified ad, why did they credit only the father's
bloodline? Especially since five of ... read full excerpt from: When Katie Wakes: A Memoir ebook