Not There
The next morning, Steven called animal services to tell the man at the desk that he would be there to pick Blossom up on Monday morning but received the shock of his life. His breath hitched in his throat when the man told him the bad news.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I have all the paperwork for your dog,” the man said, “and she’s not here.” Was this some kind of sick joke?