I've been thinking about the little dog and what might have happened to him since the other day. Tonight, I stayed a bit later at work and caught a later train. As I stood in the just starting rain at the corner waiting for the light to change, someone came up behind me and said "Hi".
I turned and it was the lady who'd rung my doorbell a few mornings ago. I said "Oh! It's you! What happened with the dog?" "I took him to the vet's office, they scanned him for a microchip and he had one. He lives a couple of streets away from you". "That's so great, I haven't stopped thinking about him". We both smiled big, she said "Have a good night", I returned the wish and we went our separate ways. I wagged my tail all the way home.
Reader's Diary #2273 - Ellen Hopkins: Crank
3 days ago