It started as a warning. "What do you mean? A dog? For goodness sake, don't touch it!" The woman pushed past the little girl in the cabin doorway and ran outside looking for the boy. Around the corner, up from the driveway, ran a small beagle with a ten year old boy chasing close behind. The woman was simply not prepared for such a small and tidy morsel of canine cuteness. She gasped what probably sounded something like a hiccup and knelt down.
Betty already knew she liked the children. They giggled and chased her and didn't poke her eyes or grab her tail at all. And they smelled absolutely intriguing, like sausages and red licorice. But the lady seemed round and warm and smelled like flour and soap. Betty ran up and licked her face at once, which is usually what the people like. Especially the people who smell like that.
The scratching started near the ears and showered down the back. It was really the most delicious scratching Betty had experienced in quite a while. The woman was cooing and the kids clasping their hands together pathetically, pointing at Betty, petting her and squealing 'please, please'.
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