Once upon a first day in spring the result

of a forbidden love affair came to birth.

A bitch called "Poppy", a Tibetan Terrier,

had been in heat that previous winter and

therefore she was confined to a bedroom.

But her mate, the brave dog "Carl-John"

was undaunted (a type of name, for that

matter, that was too popular by the

parents of the kids in the neighborhood

those days and so once this dog was

saved from desolation it was decided that

exactly such a name is excellent and

appropriate for this common street dog).

He entered another bedroom at the same

side of the house, climbed through its

open  window and balanced his way on the

roof gutter right to the open window of

the bedroom where dear lovely "Poppy"

waited for him with a poundering heart.

And so a two  months later a litter has

been laid in a little cabinet under the sink

of five soft grunting pups trusting a nipple

for food and fate.