Date Posted:19:11:17 09/03/02 Tue Author: Pups Subject: Dash In reply to:
El
's message, "collapses" on 12:12:56 09/02/02 Mon
The trio halts their play as the familiar voice of their mother is heard. The pups come galloping across the yard and run to El, whining and wagging their white tipped tails in joy. The three six week olds leap around her legs, delighted to see her again.