"I feed him twice a day," Collin was informing my dad, as I came downstairs.
"I know, you've told me twice," dad said, with a laugh.
"I'm just worried," Collin said, kneeling down to give Scooby a good scratch behind the ears.
"We're good pet owners," my mom promised.
"I mean, we've never owned one, but we raised a kid."
I rolled my eyes.
"Gee, thanks."
Collin turned around, a smile spreading across his face.
"Good morning!"
I planted a kiss on his cheek before petting Scooby.
"Is he nervous?"
"I think I'm more nervous," Collin confessed.
"I've never left him with anyone for longer than like a weekend."
Collin would leave Scooby with us when he went away for baseball tournaments over the weekend, but we were going to be gone for four days. Collin had never le
