A New Home?

            The group found a lot of their things dropped in the packhouse entrance. Meaning the pups poked about at the baggage, trying to peek into the boxes and bags. The dangerous items went to the guarded armoury for care and storage.

            “Okay, guys. If it’s not yours, should your paws be on it?” Catching the pups’ red pawed as the pack joked about events like these. Yolanda watched various guilty parties jump back from what they’d been doing. “Okay, as punishment, you all need to haul these things for us. So, pick up a bag and let’s move out.” The others snickered through a chorus of groans. “Don’t give me puppy eyes. You know that doesn’t work. We all put in an effort. That’s how we get things done. Many hands make light work. Once the work’s done, then the fun begins. You ar