Much to her chagrin, one evening while she watched the late movie on television, a sheer bolt of lightning crashed through the front door off the living room when Max stepped over the threshold. She bolted toward the sofa and immediately accosted Hanna. Her little tongue began to lap Hanna’s face, as if she’d found a long lost friend. Hanna gently pulled her away and quietly appraised her. She was a little …show more content…
Do you like his girlfriend’s dog? He volunteered to watch it while she’s out of town.
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“I don’t know anything about dogs.” The little fluff ball snuggled against Hanna’s chest. “She’s so tiny! What kind of dog is this?” Hanna handed the dog to Max. “A toy poodle.” The dog wiggled from Max’s arms and jumped to the floor. She pranced around in circles.
Helplessly, Hanna looked at Max. He in turn gave her a look that said, “Let’s go talk in private,” and they retreated to the kitchen. Again, like a sheer bolt of lightning, this five-pound toy poodle preceded them to the kitchen. It was difficult to talk since she monopolized the conversation as she did a little jig in the middle of the kitchen floor. Reluctantly, Hanna agreed to let her spend the night.
Beseeching eyes stared at Hanna, “Do you want a midnight snack?” Hanna asked.
The little white ball danced across the kitchen floor, her nails clicking against the linoleum. Hanna was somewhat stymied as to what to feed her. Raiding the refrigerator, she found some bologna. She added some crushed crackers to the sliced bologna then set the bowl in front of the dog, “This is the best I have to …show more content…
“Maybe she’ll come out if I fix something special.” Molly heated leftover beef stew on the stove and poured it into a bowl. Placing a scoop of ice cream next to the warm stew, she placed the food at the foot of the bed in Max and Hanna’s bedroom. The tantalizing smell drew Mabel from underneath the bed and she followed Molly to the kitchen. Lapping the food, Mabel glanced at Molly as if to say, I forgive you for giving me that awful bath and drying me to look like a wig moving across the floor. Mabel made great progress that day by making her way to the cardboard box, scratching the fabric with her front paws, spinning around three times before she burrowed her body into the