For those of you who weren’t here yesterday, I’m stuck in the dog hotel again. Since it’s kind of hard to have adventures in here I’m making up a story about an imaginary dog with imaginary adventures. If you want to start from the beginning go back and read yesterday’s post first.
Eric looked at his watch. “My mom’s going to kill me. I was supposed to be home early tonight.” He stood up to leave. “See you dude,” he said to his friend Brian.
Eric collected his winter gear tightly around him and stepped off Brian’s front porch into a deep drift. He pulled himself out of it and headed toward the woods. In spite of the fact that it was nearly dark, he could get home much faster this way. He was glad he’d remembered to carry a small flashlight with him.
Eric thought about what his mom would say to him when he arrived. He did not like it when she was angry and she was sure to be angry with him now. She had asked him to help her with a special dinner for his father’s birthday.
Focusing on the snowy trail, Eric decided not to think about what he might hear. Lights shown in the distance so Eric knew he was getting close. The trail didn’t look the same in snow. It seemed full of lumpy white shapes and he pulled his flashlight out to see more clearly. As he took a step his foot brushed against something slightly buried in snow and he thought he heard a whimper.
Quickly pulling his foot back, Eric aimed his light at the object, which wasn’t an object at all.
Bending on one knee, Eric brushed the snow off the puppy. “Hey little guy, what are you doing here?”
The puppy lifted his head and kissed Eric on the nose.
Eric placed the puppy in his lap and then used the strength of his legs to lift himself up with the puppy in his arms. “I can’t leave you here little guy. Who knows what would have happened to you if I hadn’t found you.”
The puppy’s tail gave a slight wag as Eric held him close to his chest.
Arriving home, Eric clumped up his back porch steps in order to knock the snow off his boots. His mother was cutting vegetables as he walked in.
“Where have you been?” his mother said without turning around.
The puppy whimpered.
After slowly turning to look at Eric and the puppy, his mom spoke. “Take that dog right back where you got him.”
To be continued tomorrow.