Mr. Orchid “The Good Samaritan” It was a very still evening as the glow of the sun’s rays ebbed in the distance and Mother Nature’s traffic slowed to a crawl. The birds had settled in for the night and off in the distance, the crickets began their cheerful chorus. Meanwhile in the whelping box, it began without warning. There was no indication as to who the instigator was, but before long the entire puppy-pack was howling like miniature wolves, each united in a song of their own making with multiple tracks laid randomly atop each other. And this, of course was the prelude to dinnertime. Of all the things a mother is to her pups, one of her key roles is that of a real estate agent. Despite the improvements we made to the whelping box by adding the “lounge” extension to it, Mango asserts that there must be more suitable accommodations for her pups elsewhere. Without access to the “interpet”, she heads out each day on foot in search ...