When the dog was done drinking he put his head down and went back to sleep. He did not wake up again until the sun shone in through the broken window. He woke knowing that the girl was not next to him any more. He lay there on the floor for a while, wondering if she might have left him alone.
The thought of being alone made the dog feel sad again, and he thought back to the time when all of this had started and he had been left alone in the back yard. But then he heard a sound coming from down the stairs in the dark place, and the dog knew that the girl was not gone.
The dog hobbled down the stairs being careful not to bump his leg where it had been bitten by the other dog. The dog found the girl in the dark place with the light tube in her hand digging through a pile of old tools. Finally, she pulled out a shovel with a rusted handle. The dog made a small whuffing sound, and the girl spun around to face him with the shovel raised in her hand. But when she saw it was only the dog, she lowered the shovel and laughed. The dog, limped up to where she was and she reached down and scratched his ears. Then she carefully brought her hand around to the place where the dog had been bitten, and touched the leg where it hurt. The dog yelped and jumped away, and the girl said some words that made the dog understand that she was sorry for hurting him. Then the girl took the shovel and headed back up the stairs out of the dark place. The dog followed, but it was hard to climb the steps without hurting his back leg.
When he made it to the top, he heard the girl rattling around in the room where the dead-thing had been trapped. The dog followed the sound, and found that it was a room with a big bed, and off to the side a door that led to a small bathroom which was where the girl was. But the dog did not go to where the girl was at first because he smelled a dead smell coming from the bed, but not the bad dead-thing smell. The dog tried to see what was on the bed, but he could not jump up high enough because of his leg. Then he heard the girl coming out of the bathroom. She had a cloth and a tube of something, and a white bottle. She put the cloth and the tube and the bottle down on the floor, and called the dog over to her. The dog limped over to her, and sniffed the things she had, but the smells were strange and he did not know what they were. The girl pushed gently with her hands to get the dog to lie down. Then when the dog was on the floor she kept running her hands over his fur, and talking in a soft and soothing voice. Then she moved her hands and picked up the bottle and the cloth. The dog turned his head to see what the girl was doing and he saw her tipping open end of the bottle into the cloth.
The thought of being alone made the dog feel sad again, and he thought back to the time when all of this had started and he had been left alone in the back yard. But then he heard a sound coming from down the stairs in the dark place, and the dog knew that the girl was not gone.
The dog hobbled down the stairs being careful not to bump his leg where it had been bitten by the other dog. The dog found the girl in the dark place with the light tube in her hand digging through a pile of old tools. Finally, she pulled out a shovel with a rusted handle. The dog made a small whuffing sound, and the girl spun around to face him with the shovel raised in her hand. But when she saw it was only the dog, she lowered the shovel and laughed. The dog, limped up to where she was and she reached down and scratched his ears. Then she carefully brought her hand around to the place where the dog had been bitten, and touched the leg where it hurt. The dog yelped and jumped away, and the girl said some words that made the dog understand that she was sorry for hurting him. Then the girl took the shovel and headed back up the stairs out of the dark place. The dog followed, but it was hard to climb the steps without hurting his back leg.
When he made it to the top, he heard the girl rattling around in the room where the dead-thing had been trapped. The dog followed the sound, and found that it was a room with a big bed, and off to the side a door that led to a small bathroom which was where the girl was. But the dog did not go to where the girl was at first because he smelled a dead smell coming from the bed, but not the bad dead-thing smell. The dog tried to see what was on the bed, but he could not jump up high enough because of his leg. Then he heard the girl coming out of the bathroom. She had a cloth and a tube of something, and a white bottle. She put the cloth and the tube and the bottle down on the floor, and called the dog over to her. The dog limped over to her, and sniffed the things she had, but the smells were strange and he did not know what they were. The girl pushed gently with her hands to get the dog to lie down. Then when the dog was on the floor she kept running her hands over his fur, and talking in a soft and soothing voice. Then she moved her hands and picked up the bottle and the cloth. The dog turned his head to see what the girl was doing and he saw her tipping open end of the bottle into the cloth.
