Dog Gives Birth to Puppies – When the Vet Sees Them, She Says “Those Aren’t Puppies!”

The storm had hit just after midnight, rattling the windows hard enough to wake Ava from a shallow sleep. Luna was not on her blanket. A muddy smear marked the kitchen floor, and the back door stood slightly open, nudged wide by the wind. Ava had run outside with a flashlight, calling Luna’s name into the rain. The garden was a sheet of silver water. The apple trees bent in the wind. Somewhere beyond the shed, a high, thin cry rose and vanished.