The dog is in Cherbourg, France and it came out of the darkness. It asked or barked for something to eat! It didn't have a name. I took the dog into the shower and cleaned it up. I took it into barracks and put it in the corner and it went to sleep.
The name of the dog is Sparky. The orange thing is the blanket. It is around Sparky's neck to keep it warm. The red thing is the dog tag.
Sparky had been mistreated by the Germans. They didn't have enough time to take care of Sparky. It was limping and crying and ran away from the Germans. They must have hurt it somehow.
Sparky had six puppies. Jane, Betty, Ann, Jo-ann, Carol and Cyndi. Oh dear! Six girls! I put a sign up for seven animals for free. Somebody who loves dogs came to take some. Her name was Harriet. She took all the puppies home. And Harriot definitely took Sparky home too! She was American because she could read the sign in English.
Then an officer came. He asked to have a puppy and Harriet gave him one. Jim took the dog. He named his puppy Harriet. He was American. Jim took care of the puppy. The dog is a German Shepherd or a fox terrier or a mix. I had to leave and when I was on the dock the last puppy came to say good bye.
They lived happily ever after.