My name is Dickens, a dog, I’m just a little guy, mostly Maltese. Recently my steady, comfortable, normal life changed drastically. One day my mom came home in tears. People started dropping by the house, bringing food and goodies- and a lot of them were crying. A lady and man arrived in the middle of the night. I heard Mom call the lady her daughter. The next day someone brought a whole bunch of people to the house from something called an airport. There were shoes and suitcases everywhere. Mass confusion reigned. Plus many more tears. Over the next few days, people kept coming and going. Then I was taken for a ride, put in a funny-looking carrier; and before I knew it, I was riding in what they call an airplane. Very, very noisy!! Afterthe plane ride, Mom and I went to someone’s house where there were some little kids who thought I was great. It was fun to have someone to play with. That first night away from home my Mom called me to come to bed with her. But she was standing way up high at the top of something called stairs. I had never seen anything like that before and couldn’t figure out how to get to the top. She kept calling, so finally I started up those things. But it wasn’t easy; I kept falling back. But after awhile, I got the hang of it—and up I went. A couple weeks later it was back in that funny carrier and another plane ride. Finally I was back in my own house. It was good to be home. Funny though, my Dad wasn’t there and he doesn’t come home anymore. Me and Mom miss him so much. I still see Mom try and hide those tears from me, but this little Dickens will always try and help dry the tears.
Submitted by Annette VanWinkle
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