We seem to have adopted (?) some puppies. Or, should I say, the puppies adopted us.
They were birthed in our neighbor's yard by a stray mother. So for weeks we heard puppies yelping in the night (probably afraid of the dark). They have a good mother (always taking care of them).
For some reason, not by any of our own doing, these dogs decided they liked our yard better. Now, they live on right beneath our bedroom window. We have no intention of making these mangy, flea-infested muts "our" dogs, but, boy, when they look up at you and whine, you can't help but feel for them. They sure are cute (by Samoan dog standards).
The white one always growls at me.