Mel. Mel. Melinda. Mel. Mel.

I ran my hands through their bodies, and I found out that they were feeling itchy because they had peed and pooped on their pants, and that was probably why they were crying... It was not too smelly, so I didn't quickly notice.

Wow, it's a shame that pups can't speak articulately, because if they can, mothers will be able to quickly diagnose what's wrong with their pups, but because they are still infants, the only way they can communicate their discomforts is to cry, even at the slightest itch.

I looked for a way to have them cleaned up, and they soon stopped crying.

"Are you ready, now?" Melinda quipped.

"Yeah, I am," I responded.

I tucked my pups into my Kangaroo jackets, and I was set for the journey.

As the morning sun began to rise higher in the sky, Melinda and I set out, in search of a safe place to stay at least for the time being. We threaded softly on the forest floor, and I kept my senses on high alert for any signs of danger.

As we walked deep into the woods, I stole a gl