It had been over 24 hours and two bowls of food, and she had only peed. This was very concerning to the lady and the man, and they decided that what she needed was a very very long walk. Well, actually they spent a good thirty minutes psychoanalyzing the effects of new people and new places, not to mention soul-crushing rejection, on the delicate psyche of a smallish beagle. (Ironically, Betty was on a couch during this conversation, but only because the kids were there and watching some very loud program with a pineapple houses.)
The man walked Betty while the lady went to the store for more supplies. There were so many smells and so many sounds that she didn’t even try to make sense of it all, she just trotted along and sniffed the air and crunched her paws on the leaves and watched all of the cars. She could be totally entertained if all they did was sit and watch the cars.
The man still seemed nervous and they headed back home, a minor pee and one bark later. The lady had returned with a green bone that smelled like mint but tasted like pork and Betty happily sniffed at it, dragging it about and following the lady. The man followed too, nervously looking at Betty and talking about poop. They filled her bowl with food again and watched her, both staring, both deciding that if another night passed, they would have to call a professional.
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