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make our eyes water. As for myself, I was so glad to have a dog that I didn’t even care that he had wet on me. Well, okay, so I cared, but I was still glad to have a dog. Mom looked at me. “Let’s get you in and get you cleaned up. The older boys can fix him a bed in the barn.” I didn’t want my brothers to be the ones to fix the bed. I wanted to do it. But I knew better than to argue. I rushed into the house to change. Unfortunately, I only have two sets of work clothes, and the others were in the wash. That was not about to stop me. I dug them out of the dirty clothes hamper, switched into them, and tore out to the barn, arriving before my brothers even got the box there. In one part of the barn, where our calves are, we have little stalls for each individual calf. We made Tippy a bed in one of those. He was only a bit smaller than a baby calf anyway, so he fit right in. I got a bowl and put some milk in it. Tippy was hungry, but he didn’t seem to know what to do. He had probably only nursed. Daniel took Tippy’s head and dipped his nose into the milk. Tippy licked his nose and decided it was pretty good. He tried to drink, but he couldn’t seem to figure out how to lap like a normal dog. He would put his lower jaw down into the bowl and let the milk run into his mouth, and then he would gulp it down. He couldn’t get the lowest part of the milk that way, so he would tilt his head, but he kept spilling the milk. We soon realized we needed a bigger bowl, because even though he was a puppy, he drank nearly a gallon of milk for each meal. While my brothers went off to milk the cows, I sat there with Tippy and talked to him while he ate. Someone