I’m stuck at the dog hotel so I’m making up a story about an imaginary dog with imaginary adventures since I can’t have my own adventures this week. If you want to start the story at the beginning go back to the post on Monday, March 11th and follow the story from there.
“But mom, I can’t take the puppy back. I found him in the snow. He’ll freeze out there.”
Eric thought he saw a tear glisten in his mom’s eye, but she turned back to her work.
“I guess you’re right,” Eric’s mom said as she chopped a little too hard on a carrot. “We can’t leave him out in the cold. There’s some of Benny’s leftover food in the pantry. Get that puppy something to eat and then find a warm place for him to sleep. And then wash up and come help me. I’ve got to get your dad’s cake in the oven. He’ll be home soon.”
When Eric heard his dad’s truck pull up he prayed that the puppy would continue sleeping until after they’d eaten. He figured the conversation would go better on a full stomach.
Eric greeted his dad as he walked in the door “Hi Dad. Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, I did Eric. Thanks. But it looks like not as interesting as your day. What’s that behind you?”
Eric turned just as the puppy reached him and rubbed on his leg.
“Um, you’re not going to believe this dad but I found this puppy sleeping in the snow. I couldn’t leave him out there. I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t see him until after dinner. By the way Dad, happy birthday.”
“Dinner’s on the table,” called Mom from the dining room.
“It smells wonderful,” said Dad. “Let me wash up and I’ll be right there.”
They finished dinner in silence. The puppy’s gentle breathing seemed to be the loudest sound in the room.
“We can’t ignore the subject any longer,” said Dad. “Tomorrow’s Saturday. We’ll take the puppy to the shelter. Maybe they can track down where he belongs.”
To be continued tomorrow.