Finding a teet she places her tiny muzzle on, and clamps on. She suckles , finally getting a drop, then another and another. Finally th milk comes out smoothly, and she suckles steadly regaining her strenght. Her tiny tail wagging powerfully. SHe was happy, that she had milk. She suckled and suckled. She would suckle till her tiny tummy was entiely full to the brink. Milk covered her mouth giving her the milk moustache. She was a lucky pup to be found when she was. If she hadn't been found she would have died the next day, due to lack of milk because she would have died from dehydration.
