“Hey Jake!” called Booker-T as he strolled up the sidwalk to the front porch. “What are you doing?”
Booker-T leaped up the stairs and Jake wasn't there. “Hmmm,” thought Booker-T. “Wonder where he is this morning.” He ran down the steps and around to the back of the house. No Jake there either. He remembered that Jake said they never locked the doggie door so he poked his head through the door and looked around. He didn't see anyone, so he slowly stepped into the house through the door. He quietly walked to the next room looking around for Jake. The rooms were dark and no where did he see Jake. Suddenly he heard a noise upstairs and he ran for the doggie door and pushed his way back out into the yard. He sat there to catch his breath and thought, “Wow, that was close.” He rested there about a minute and then ran around to the front of the house and saw Jake coming out the front door. His mistress closed the door behind him.