First order of business: go outside. The lady slips her tired shoes on, slides arms into coat sleeves and hooks Betty’s collar and leash. The girl dashes about madly to put on coat and shoes, and the boy is already at the door. Betty walks out into the morning chill blinking her eyes and sniffing deeply.
The morning pee only takes one trip around the house to arrive. Betty pulls against the leash, so unaccustomed to limit. It seems familiar, the collar and the leash, but she can’t quite remember what came before yesterday. The children chase around the house a few more times, looking back to make sure she is following.
They go back into the house and her paws feel warm on the carpet, so different from the dewy lawn. She hears the gentle ta-to-tu sound of kibble poured into a ceramic bowl and runs for the bedroom where she remembered food and water waited for her last night.
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