Over the next few days, George made sure the dogs were comfortable, building a proper bed in the barn and laying out food and water. He even cleared a space where the puppies could play safely as they grew.
Each morning, George would wake to the sight of Thunder and the dog running across the fields together, the puppies trailing behind, stumbling in their playful clumsiness. The farm had come alive again, the once quiet land filled with the joyful sounds of barking, neighing, and the occasional excited yelp.