Our first wildlife encounter after having to suddenly disembark from our first train in the middle of Transylvania, a litter of perhaps eight puppies. So tiny, must be about eight weeks old. Momma was laying over to the side and had no problem with us handling her pups, in fact she was more interesting in wandering away to the crowd gathering and trying to get some food and much needed nourishment to fill her belly and be able to keep her ability to milk her new ones. Life doesn't get any more real than that.
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