Betty rested for a good long while as the kids finished their homework. It was dark outside by the time that hunger and thirst moved the tender beagle from her pile of toasty blankets. The lady picked her up and set her down on the hardwood floor where Betty took some ginger steps and stayed up. She walked slowly but steadily to her water bowl. She ate a bit, not ravenously, but just a mouthful or so to calm her belly.
The lady hooked the leash on and carried Betty down the four steps at the front door of the house that lead to the outside. Betty sniffed the grass, sniffed the sidewalk, and peed. She just stood for a moment, still feeling the last effects of grogginess and getting more steady on her feet. The lady picked her up again and walked her inside.
On the couch, Betty curled up again with a bone, not quite interested. She was awake again and suddenly aware of her limbs, a small itch on her back, the specific site that was just now starting not exactly to hurt but definitely to make itself known. She licked her side, licked down to where the hair had been shaved away, and started for the area that hurt the most.
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