Betty romped with the boy and the girl, running behind the house and sniffing, then darting back to find them chasing toward her. The lady disappeared into the house and reappeared with a very tall man, long-haired and full of limbs. Betty sniffed the wind. When the lady knelt down, "come here" could have been "apple dumpling" or "cup of cancer" - it didn't matter. Betty knew to run over to her, to lick her face, to keep your paws down, but lift up to face the lady.
The man seemed to stand so high that he blocked out the sun, and when he knelt down, it was like a tree bending to sit. But he held his hand out and Betty could feel it warm on her face. She could fit her whole head on that palm. She licked the flat of it.
"Okay, wait. What if she ran away from the other neighbors? Let's check down at the sheep farm before we make any decisions at all." The man stood up again, the lady picking Betty up and walking toward the car. "If they don't know anything about her, then maybe. Just maybe."
No comments:
Post a Comment