Batman, the tiniest puppy in my friend Joan's litter, is under the weather tonight. His brothers and sisters, who are bigger than him have practically given up on nursing and are chasing all the adult pugs away to get their dinner at night. Poor Batman wants to nurse. His siblings walk right over him as if he isn't there. Joan is giving him TLC and feeding him goat's milk. He remains significantly smaller than his siblings. Joan says she is lighting a candle for him. I am saying prayers.
