Wally’s Orphans by Andrew Grey

January 23, 2015

Title: Wally’s Orphans

Author: Andrew Grey

Pairing: Wally and Dakota from A Chaotic Range

Prompt: Marzipan

“Wally!” Dakota called at the top of his lungs.

He looked up toward the barn door where snow blew past, creating a curtain of white. Wally gently patted the goat he was examining. “Don’t worry. You’ll have your babies soon.” He stood and pulled his coat closed around him. The early spring snow storm had begun in the night and didn’t show any signs of letting up.

“What is it?” Wally asked as he reached the door. Dakota appeared out of the white and entered the barn, stamping off his boots. “I thought you were plowing the drive with the tractor.”

“I was, but I saw something in the snow.” Dakota opened his coat and Wally gasped. “There were two more, but they were already dead. The mother seems to have curled into a snowbank. She must have been injured because she was gone as well.”

Wally lifted two of the pups out of Dakota’s arms and let him keep the other two. “You poor things.” He whispered. “They’re cold, but warming up. Let’s get them in the house so I can look them over and then get the poor things something to eat.” He was already out the door and on his way to the house before he turned around. “What are you waiting for?”

“Shouldn’t we leave them in the barn?”

“No we shouldn’t. Now hurry up before you catch your death.” He turned and marched to the house. Inside, he waited for Dakota and got him to sit in one of the chairs. “Take these two and hold them all close. I’ll be right back.” Wally hurried to the back pantry and got a box. Then he raced upstairs and got two old towels and a heating pad. When he was back downstairs, he lined the box with the towels and heating pad, plugged it in, and turned it on. Then one by one, he placed the small brown puppies inside.

“I wonder how they got there. I nearly ran over all of them,” Dakota said softly. “The plow blade passed right next to them. If I’d been a foot to the right….”

Dakota was a huge man, but he had such a wonderful heart that he’d stolen Wally’s a number of years earlier. “I’m going to look each one over. Would you warm some milk? I have some droppers in the clinic that I can use to feed them. They’re going to need food quickly.”

“All right. I’ll run out to the barn and then I’ll be back to help you feed them.” Dakota took off and Wally picked up each of the puppies and gently looked them over. German Shepherds by the look of them, or at least in part, and they seemed about four weeks old. Their eyes were open and they seemed responsive.  “Are they okay?” Dakota asked after stomping in and closing the door.

“Yes. What about the plowing?” Wally took the droppers and syringes that Dakota brought.

“It’s taken care of.” Dakota took off his coat and sat down on the floor next to Wally. “What do you need me to do?”

“Get me some milk to start with.  I’ll make up a formula once we’re done that will be better for them longer term.”

Dakota nodded and got back up. He strode into the kitchen, and Wally heard the refrigerator open and close and then the microwave run for a few seconds. Dakota returned with a mug and sat back down. Wally got a dropper and picked up a puppy. He pulled some milk into the dropper and gently placed it on the puppy’s tongue. It licked it up and was ready for more. Dakota got another of the puppies and did the same.

“They’re hungry little guys aren’t they?”

“Yeah, that’s a really good sign. I’d say you got to these little ones just in time. I wonder why they survived.”

“They were in the middle and all curled together. The others were on the edges and more exposed to the snow. But you’re right. They wouldn’t have lasted much longer.” Dakota continued feeding the puppy. After five minutes, they switched puppies, placing the fed ones back in the box and picking up the others.

They switched back and forth until the puppies curled in a pile in the box and seemed ready to go to sleep. “We’re going to have to feed them often, but they’ll be okay.”

Dakota got up and stretched his back, then he pulled on his coat. “I’m going to bring in some wood and start a fire. We’ll all be warmer.”

“Thanks,” Wally said and sat next to the box, watching the pups. They snuggled in a little puppy pile. With the next round of feeding, he’d try bottles to see if that would work.

The back door opened and closed. Dakota trudged in with an armload of wood and began building a fire. It didn’t take his very capable partner very long to have a fire warming the room. Once he was done, Dakota hung everything up and made some hot chocolate for them both before settling on the sofa. Wally joined him, curling close. “You’re warm,” Dakota whispered.

“So are you,” Wally said as he wound his arms around Dakota’s middle.

“What are we going to do with them?”

Wally lifted his gaze. “They’ll make great ranch dogs. We can keep one or two. Milford will probably take one, and as soon as Phillips sees them, he’s going to want one.” Wally angled for a kiss. “Don’t worry. We’ll only keep two at the most, and I’ve already picked them out. See, I want the little boy with the honey coloring. He’s going to be Marzipan, and the one with the Black head and tawny ears is Sasha.”

“You’ve named them already?”

“Of course. How else do I get you to agree to add to our menagerie?” Wally chuckled and sipped from his mug before setting it on the coffee table.

“You know I’ll do whatever you want,” Dakota whispered.

Wally shifted closer. “And you know I love you for it.” Wally kissed Dakota hard, crawling on top of him and pressing Dakota back on the sofa.

“I love how you show your appreciation.” Dakota drew him down into a kiss, sliding his work-calloused hands under Wally’s shirt and up his back.  “Lock the door and pull the curtains.” Wally jumped up and did just that before rejoining Dakota on the sofa.  They showed each other their appreciation, deep and slow, not once, but twice, and ended up curled together as warm and comfortable as a pile of puppies in a box in front of the fire.


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7 Responses to “Wally’s Orphans by Andrew Grey”

  1. Shirley Ann Speakman says:

    Thank you, that was a cute story it was great to read about Wally and Dakota again.

  2. Jennifer says:

    Thanks for the quick peek into Wally and Dakota’s lives. Wish I could have one of the puppies. :-)

  3. Barbara Lampron says:

    Thank you Andrew. That was a cute story

  4. Martha says:

    Thank you Andrew…Really enjoyed this story just wish there was more.


  5. Sue says:

    Thank You for this as always great story

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