The children, the lady, and grandma were hungry also. And all of the really good food was back with grandpa at the other house. Because the man rarely ate much in the morning, he stayed behind with Betty in the bedroom. Grandma drove to the other house. The children and the lady walked. It was only about half a mile and they got to walk past the sheep on their way.
They baa-ed at the sheep and talked about the dog as they kicked pebbles along the road's edge. They talked about what they had to change in their house. About finding a veterinarian and going to the pet store to get all of the things that dogs need (and toys and treats that dogs just plain like.) About soft ears and how you trim the toenails of a dog.
They agreed, somewhere near the driveway of the other house, that all their conversations lately about getting a pet had been vague, and they certainly had NOT visited grandma and grandpa expecting to get a dog this weekend. And from what they could tell, Betty had simply wandered into their afternoon just as easily as she could have wandered into anyone else’s. But that, if you are ever asked what the meaning of the word “serendipity” is, yesterday was it.
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