THE FIRST TIME I SAW HER SHE WAS ONLY A WEEK OLD, A FIST-SIZE FUR BALL, BLACK, AND BLIND, AND SMOOTH LIKE VELVET. THERE WERE ELEVEN OF THEM IN THAT LITTER, ALL IDENTICAL SIBLINGS, EXCEPT FOR RUNTY WHO WAS JUST AS IDENTICAL, ONLY SMALLER. MOSTLY THEY SLEPT, CUDDLED UP IN A PILE OF BODIES, WHICH BRISTLED WITH BIG STUBBY NOSES AND RATTY TAILS SHAPED LIKE QUESTION MARKS. OR THEY CLUSTERED ON THEIR MOTHER’S BELLY, OVERSIZED TICKS LITERALLY SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF HER.
All in all, it was your average litter of purebreds, impossibly cute and so desirable there was a long waiting list of prospective owners. There was absolutely no indication that, within only a few months, and without any training but for some basic obedience, one of the…