Our neighbor Myra had been walking down the piece of road we liked to call Dead Dog Alley for all the stiff and stinking dead dogs discarded there. After a few days in the sun, people often threw lime on them. On this occasion, Myra saw a garbage bag squirming. Inside were 5 week old pups, soon to be the next casualties on dead dog alley. She ran to our house, knowing we were the neighborhood softies for homeless critters and perhaps among the few that could afford to buy dog food.
The kids begged and we took them in. They were too young for food; they had to be bottle fed. 5 times a night! I left to do some work in Chiapas but I hear it was ugly in there. Our friend and spanish teacher, Merecedes came and lent a hand. Tyler went nearly nuts - it made double breast feeding seem like a walk in the park. She found an animal rights activists to take them in, temporarily. When Tyler found a permanent home for the pups with a vet, the activist asked the vet's name, which Tyler innocently divulged. She's a dog killer, the woman barked. And Tyler had to find them a new home.
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