Wednesday, December 23, 2009
In this post, I laxed wyrical about young Cole's quick discovery that human children were super-kewl, even though he had never seen one in his life.
Today I wanted to find some puppy photos of Cole's brother Charlie.
While reviewing my files from January, I discovered that I had lied.
On one of my last days in Billings, Operation New Beginnings got some special visitors.
The woman who filed the cruelty complaint against Linda Kapsa with Yellowstone County, and then took it in her teeth and would not let go until the authorities acted, brought her two young children.
She wanted the kids to see why Mommy had been so preoccupied. What all the fuss had been about. Why we do what is right even when it is not what is easy.
The kids could not come inside the sheriff's perimeter fence. So I broke another rule (I hadn't realized it was a rule) and randomly selected a puppy from the seven in the bitch barn to bring outside. (Or did I pick up the first one to come to me?)
The photos don't lie -- it was young Cole, not any of his siblings, romping with the children on that warm day in January.
I am not posting the cutest of the pictures, because they necessarily expose the children's faces. Not gonna do that.
Did those few minutes playing in the winter sun open up a channel in Cole's brain while his synapses were still being pruned?