“Hey Jake!”
called Midge as she and Booker-T entered the gate at Jake's house.
“Where are you? I don't see you on the front porch!”
“Isn't he
suppose to go to the vet's office today for his shots?” asked
Booker-T.
“I don't
remember for sure,” said Midge. “I always thought he went to the
vet about the same time I do.”
“When do you
go?” asked Booker-T.
“I think I go
in about two weeks,” said Midge. “My owner always puts it on the
calendar with a big letter V on the date.”
“Let's go
around to the back of the house and peak in through the doggie door,”
suggested Booker-T. “Maybe he was sleeping late.”
“Jake don't
usually sleep late,” said Midge. “I hope he isn't sick.”
Booker-T poked
his head into the house and looked around. “Come on Midge lets go
see if he is in here.”