Almost home after a day of errands with Mama and Daddy, my sisters and I were crammed into the back seat of the car. For a second we didn’t know what Mama meant when she spoke to Daddy in the driver’s seat.
“He’s gonna get hit.” Mama said.
We in the back seat jockeyed for position to get the best view through the windshield up front. We had to see who “he” was.
“He” was a dog.
The little blond dog trotted ahead of us right in the middle of the road. His fluffy tail, with long strands of blond hair trailing in the wind, curved up towards his back. He paid no attention when we passed but as we turned into our driveway he followed.
Daddy came to a stop in the driveway and so did the little dog. Through the window the dog and I stared at each…
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