Waiting
She was starting to grow worried. Her eyes flew to the clock…it was getting late and he still hadn’t come home. She filled his bowl with the food he loved, making sure to make as much noise as possible. Where could he be?
Rex’s dinnertime came and went, but there was still no sign of him. Maisie called for him and shook his food bowl, walking through the house in case he had returned without her seeing. She had pushed her anxiety down for long enough. It was time to go out looking for him.