Copy, and Paste There’s a hill with small black puppies. I have taken a couple home. One day when driving by, I am in the back of a truck with my legs hanging over the tailgate. A puppy sees us pass, and runs out to the street and follows. I pick him up. I am actually on my way to work, and am not sure what to do with the puppy, but circumstances arise that I am able to take him home. Couple other times passing by the hill there are a couple of baby deer curled up. One time … Continue reading Obstructed Picture