SOLSC – 12/31

The unfamiliar dog bounded across the yard, his ears flopping with the movement. We approached the dog and bent over to look at his collar.

“Mick,” I read aloud. “C’mon Mick, let’s get you home.”

Mick happily followed us across the street, prancing along on his short, fluffy legs. Grey and white fur hung from his ears and face, giving him an innocent look. He trotted up to his doorstep without a problem, seeming to be glad to be back.

My cousin and I hesitantly rang the doorbell. No answer. A little unsure of what to do with Mick, we looked around for somewhere to leave him. We found a crate at the side of the house and decided to leave the little dog in it so that he wouldn’t venture back into the road.

We gave Mick one last pat on the head before heading back to the house. I turned back to give him one last small wave and then we crossed the street, leaving Mick alone in the crate.

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