![]() ![]() The opening of the sawali door, its uneven bottom dragging noisily against the bamboo flooring, aroused the mother dog and she got up and stretched and shook herself, scattering dust and loose white hair. The tips of its ears were black and so was a patch of hair on its chest. On the puppy’s back was a big black spot like a saddle. The fifth puppy lay across the mother’s neck. They had short sleek hair, for the mother licked them often. The skin between their toes and on the inside of their large, limp ears was pink. They had pink noses and pink eyelids and pink mouths. Four puppies were all white like the mother. In the early morning the puppies lay curled up together between their mother’s paws under the ladder of the house. Stray goats nibbled the weeds on the sides of the road, and the bull carabaos tugged restively against their stakes. Roosters crowed and strutted on the ground while hens hesitated on their perches among the branches of the camanchile trees. In the grey shadow of the hills, the barrio was gradually awaking. Before long the sun would top the Katayaghan hills, but as yet no people were around. A ragged strip of mist, pulled away by the morning breeze, had caught on the clumps of bamboo along the banks of the stream that flowed to one side of the barrio. The fine, bluish mist, low over the tobacco fields, was lifting and thinning moment by moment. ![]()
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