Wipeout’s fur is wet and stained with blood from frenzied chewing. And she looks better than Gary today. He says his bones feel like they’re breaking and he can’t catch his breath after five minutes of trying to walk Wipeout. Shawn thinks it’s Dengue – the locals call it break bone fever. I have to lift both of their heads to make them drink. This time, when the gardeners ask if they should prepare the earth I nod yes and arrange for the vet to make a casita-call tomorrow.
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