Eric Seal thought the poor dog at his feet was perhaps five weeks old. Sometime during the night, the little female had been   16  at the Seals front gate. “We can’t just turned her     17 ” his wife, Jeffrey said, “I’ll feed her and get her   18  up. Then we’ll find a home for her.”

Standing between them, the puppy seemed to   19  that her fate was being decided. Her tail wagged   20  she looked from one to the other. Finally, Eric shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, if you want to fool with her,   21 ” Eric continued, “one other thing, let’s wait a few days to put her in the doghouse with Tex. We don’t want Tex   22  to anything. He has all the troubles he can handle.”