Across the street and up at the corner, grandma and grandpa had another smaller house. It was decided that Betty could stay in a room there for a while until dog food and leash and collar could be found. The children immediately offered to stay with her to make sure she was safe and comfortable and generally surrounded by noise at all times.
A bowl of water was presented like the gift of life itself and she drank it wishing her tongue were a straw and the water would just hurry up already. The ground was soft like thick grass only it was beige and smelled like a sweater. The bed was tall and not easy to jump up to, though the little girl was quick to lift Betty up in the most inglorious but effective way.
And so Betty curled up on a farm auction quilt and slept for the first time in what seemed forever. The lady and grandpa went to the store to find food and such. The man and the kids hovered around the sleeping beagle, chatting. And grandma stacked jars and tidied up, thinking how very much can happen in one day in the countryside.
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