A Box Full of Puppies

Another off-birding topic – My sweetie and I were headed for a run on a remote hilly trail. When we pulled into the parking lot, I slowed down to look at an incongruous box. A black puppy lay outside of it, head on paws. When Keith asked, “What the hell is that?” I replied, “I think it’s a box full of puppies.” Because I could see one more nose peeking out through a square cut into the side. Sure enough, when he got out to investigate, puppies exploded everywhere!. We had to corral them back inside, the little black female being the hardest to catch. We delayed our run to take them back home. We only had cat food, and they fell upon it like a school of piranhas. A huge bowl of water was attacked in the same fashion. These kids were starving, and yet very afraid of us.