“Hey
Midge!” called Booker-T as he sat on her front porch staring at the
door. “Where are you?” Midge!”
“Hi
Booker-T,” greeted Jake as he joined him on the porch. “Where is
Midge?”
“I don't
know,” said Booker-T. “I have been calling her name but she
hasn't come outside.”
“Did you go
inside?” asked Jake. “The doggie door in the back is always
open.”
“I tried,”
said Booker-T. “It is locked right now.”
“She must
be gone with her owner somewhere,” suggested Jake.
“Maybe this
is time for her vet checkup and shots,” said Booker-T.
“Maybe,”
said Jake. “I think mine is next week and I know Midge always went
before I did.”
“I hope
that is where she went,” said Booker-T. “I hope she is not
sick.”
“Have you
ever seen Midge sick?” asked Jake.