It was Ethyl Esther who pointed out that EmT had made a puppy-friend, but Mort’s phone call hadn't prepared Unis for what they carried through the back porch.
Unis took one look at its mite-ridden ears, and the obvious fleas.. “Oh drabble!” she cried before she could stop herself. Mort laughed. It was a word they had learned from Mort’s grandmother/teacher when they were in eighth grade. Something small, and dull brown.
“Aw, he’s a good dog,” Mort said scratching the puppy on it’s stomach.
But before he could wipe his fingers on his jeans, Unis cried “No, use a towel,” She grabbed one off the counter and brought it over. Up close, she could see that it wasn’t just mud covering the pup, there was also something sticky-looking and greenish.
“So, what are we going to do with this guy?” she murmured studying the puppy’s gigantic feet,
Mort raised his eyebrows. “Drabble is EmT’s Pal.”
“And that smell? Tell me that’ll wash completely off.”
“Absolutely,” Mort said gazing out the window.
“And you’re the one who’s giving him a bath?”
“There was never a doubt in my mind.”
“And clean-up after him out back?”
“The boy’s going to learn that.”
“But just in case?”
“Yes Dear.”
“And, Mort …”
“Yes? Dear?”
“Use warm water on the poor little thing.”
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