Scrumpy’s mouth opened in a happy pant of memories, his ears perking. “We stole a lot of good food together, Lizzy and I. Coconut pie, cinnamon rolls, stewed chicken and rice…”

I flashed back to my own early puppyhood: scattered memories of digging through trash for something to eat. Crawling under a sheet of metal to get out of the rain. Long nights in the mangroves when the crocodiles were on the hunt below, and the boa constrictors in the trees above, and there was nowhere at all for a puppy to be safe.

“…barbecued shrimp, peanut clusters, ice cream, cake, cake and ice cream —”

“Sweet story.”

–from “Saving Scrumpy”

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