Puppy Tales 02 - Bailey's Story by Cameron W Bruce

Author:Cameron, W Bruce [Cameron, W Bruce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Retail
ISBN: 9780765388421
Google: F8C2CgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B016I7I488
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2016-05-03T04:00:00+00:00

12

Later that summer, the packing began again. Mom walked from room to room, but Ethan stayed on his bed, reading a book. I followed Mom for a bit as she put things in the car, and then came back to check on Ethan, confused. He put down his book and we both went outside.

Grandma and Grandpa had come out to the car, too. Ethan and I stood next to it as they both got inside.

“I’ll navigate,” Grandpa said.

“You’ll fall asleep before we cross the county line,” Grandma replied.

Mom wrapped the boy up in her arms. “Now, Ethan. You are a big boy. You be good. You call if you have any problems.”

Ethan squirmed under his mother’s hug. “I know,” he said.

“We’ll be back in two days. You need anything, you can ask Mr. Huntley next door. I made you a casserole.”

“I know!” Ethan said.

“Bailey, you take good care of Ethan, hear?”

I wagged my tail. Were we going for a car ride or what?

“I stayed by myself all the time when I was his age,” Grandpa said. “This will be good for him.”

I could feel worry and hesitation in Mom, but she let go of Ethan and got behind the wheel. “I love you, Ethan,” she said.

Ethan mumbled something, kicking at the dirt.

The car rolled off down the driveway, and Ethan and I solemnly watched until it was out of sight. Then …

“Come on, Bailey!” Ethan shouted.

Everything was suddenly more fun. The boy ate some lunch, and when he was done we played Clean the Plate. We went into the barn, and he climbed up on the rafters while I barked, and when he jumped off into a pile of hay, I tackled him. An inky shadow from the corner told me the cat was watching all of this, but when I trotted over to see what she was doing, she slunk away and vanished.

When the afternoon grew late, the boy gave Flare a bucketful of food, and we went back into the kitchen. He got some chicken out of the refrigerator and then, to my surprise, he took the plate into the living room. I followed him and watched with interest as he switched on the television and settled down in a chair, his plate on his lap. This was new! And it got even better when the boy tossed me bits of succulent chicken skin while he ate.

After we played Clean the Plate (twice in one day!), I decided to see just how much the rules had changed. I put a paw up on Grandpa’s chair. The boy didn’t say anything. I jumped up and looked over at the boy again. He glanced at me, smiled, and returned his eyes to the television.

After a bit, I heard the telephone ring, and I opened one eye to watch the boy get up to answer it. I heard him say, “Bed,” but after he hung up the phone, he didn’t go to the sleeping porch. He went back to his chair and the television, so I curled up a little tighter in mine.

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