I saw them after they was better too. Went to the hospital over in Denver the day they got out. They was nice kids, real polite. And that Uncle Red, he’s good folks—loves ’em almost as much as their mom, you can see that plain as day.
While I was in Denver I did my own little crazy. Being around those city folks done it, I guess, because on my way home I spent my cookie jar money on one of them fancy collars with glued-on jewels for my Boom. The way I figure it, a dog saves three kids, she deserves something real special. You bet she do.