They went back to the house, just in time for the lady to grab a bag and walk back out with the man and the children. Betty ran from one set of legs to another, to the giggling tripping sounds of the children.
They stopped and stood, clustered, at a corner just a couple of blocks away. Coated, hatted, mittened. Oddly enough, there were other people standing nearby, which made no sense to Betty. They didn't seem to be getting into cars or going into houses. Just standing. Which made her bark, even when she was turned away from them by the man.
A garrumphing yellow beast of a bus, flashing its angry lights, slowed to a stop and opened its doors with a screeching sound. Betty jumped and barked, and the man picked her up, smoothing her head and velvet ears. The kids got onto the bus, while other little people waved and pointed from inside its windowed belly.
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