Author: Navajo Times

I came across a den of wild dogs and could hear them crying. I crawled into the den and took them all home. I fell in love with them all. When I got home my nali lady was mad. She wanted me to kill them all. She said they are wild dogs, no good, but I just couldn’t kill those little dogs, so I took them back to the den with my dad. He was upset, too, but when we were leaving he let me take one. I took the meanest one that bit my hand and drew blood.

People who live in this area fill the holes with dirt and gravel. This morning a woman was using a shovel filling the potholes with dirt and gravel. She was alone filling the holes.