13.Mar.13, 01:33 AM
Blue eyes blinked at her words about rain and said, without thinking about it, "I hate being inside. Walls feel like they're closing in after a bit. How do you do it?"
Embarrassed, he covered the slip, by answering, "About 20 days she'll have puppies. Got another litter from some of the other canines I'll start training to hunt tunnel snakes soon...they're about 12 weeks old now."
He paused. "Most of the dogs get put to work right off but I've been thinking of placing some of the pups and older dogs with people around the weyr. What do you think of the idea?" It was an idea his mother had violently opposed, but he thought it might be a good way to ensure that bloodlines didn't die out...And those dogs that had managed to reach old age here deserved a chance at a good life for their last few years. She would have said he was soft for thinking of it, but he loved the canines for themselves. She hadn't.
Katila was rough on its canines, the fact that Kela was the sole survivor of her litter and the dwindling number of her type that were of breeding age showed that. It might help him keep bloodlines strong if he started ensuring a couple of canines from each litter made it to adulthood, even if it was as glorified pets.
Kela licked and nuzzled at Farren's hand, tail stirring in the grass and body wriggling as she laid down and let her head rest in Farren's lap, calming a bit as the woman did.
Embarrassed, he covered the slip, by answering, "About 20 days she'll have puppies. Got another litter from some of the other canines I'll start training to hunt tunnel snakes soon...they're about 12 weeks old now."
He paused. "Most of the dogs get put to work right off but I've been thinking of placing some of the pups and older dogs with people around the weyr. What do you think of the idea?" It was an idea his mother had violently opposed, but he thought it might be a good way to ensure that bloodlines didn't die out...And those dogs that had managed to reach old age here deserved a chance at a good life for their last few years. She would have said he was soft for thinking of it, but he loved the canines for themselves. She hadn't.
Katila was rough on its canines, the fact that Kela was the sole survivor of her litter and the dwindling number of her type that were of breeding age showed that. It might help him keep bloodlines strong if he started ensuring a couple of canines from each litter made it to adulthood, even if it was as glorified pets.
Kela licked and nuzzled at Farren's hand, tail stirring in the grass and body wriggling as she laid down and let her head rest in Farren's lap, calming a bit as the woman did.