For a while, life got busy. The kind of busy where you walk and you sleep and you do everything, but it blurs and you don’t seem to get a clear picture of anything until you stop and stand still. The winter passed kind of like that. Only a few snowy days, which was fine with Betty because she loved to romp in the snow but didn’t like when it bunched up in her paws.
The sun came back just about the time that the clocks slowed. The lady, who was usually on the go most days, stayed home one day when she would normally have been gone. All day, Betty stayed close by her. Stood outside the bathroom door when she peed, sniffed around the kitchen while she baked pumpkin bread, paced around her as she dressed to take Betty for a walk.
Stepping outside with the man and the lady, Betty closed her eyes and sniffed the air. It smelled like flowers not yet ready to bloom but almost there. The sun was out and the air was made of light. Betty pranced as they walked, ran forward as she saw them approach the park, and barked happily as she saw other dogs out with their ladies and men, circling the park and chatting.
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