Full Circle
April wondered if the puppy wasn’t more trouble than he was worth. It was a typical Mom gift, unasked for and exceedingly high maintenance. She could have at least found one that was already housebroken. This one had clearly been born somewhere with gravity. He kept trying to squat in the corner, which only sent him flying across the cockpit, little golden globules streaming behind him. Or worse.
“Come on, Boo. I don’t want to stand here all day,” she grumbled. At last the puppy’s wigglings quieted momentarily. She could feel the muscles of his abdomen working under her hands. Then the wiggling resumed and she switched off the suction and lifted him away from the vacuum hatch that served as his toilet. High maintenance. But if she didn’t help him go now, he was sure to go on
