That’s My Dog!

“Thumper,” I called. “Thumper, where are you?”
Our family just came home. We had been away for one week.
“Thumper,” I called. “Thumper, we are home,” I called.
Mom looked for Thumper. Dad looked for Thumper. He wasn’t around.
“Thumper,” we called.
“I think he is missing,” I said.
We looked in the garage. We looked in the doghouse. No Thumper. He was not at the house.

We went in the house. We unpacked our bags. All I could do was think about Thumper. Was he hurt? Had he run away? Where was my dog?

I tried to unpack my bags. I tried to think about other things. My mind kept going back to Thumper. I started to cry.

I heard the phone ring. Dad was talking to someone. He was laughing.

“Teresa,” Dad called. “Please come down here. Someone wants to talk to you!”
“Who is it, Dad?”
“You will see,” he said with a smile.
I took the phone. “Hey, girl. It is Grandpa Allen.”
“Hi, Grandpa, what’s up?”
“I just called to tell you I came over last night. I hope you didn’t mind. Thumper was sad. He was missing you. Grandma and I brought him home for the night. We left a note, but I think it blew away!”