“Who’s your little friend?” Jason asked as he ruffled the puppy’s head and received a quick lick for the attention.
“Jason, this is Scrappy,” Tabatha introduced then whispered to the puppy, “I promise to come and play with you very soon.”
She gently set Scrappy down on the porch, smiling when he tilted his head at her then with a quick yap took off in the direction he had come from. A few seconds later there was more yapping followed by a commotion. A cat suddenly bolted across the yard and across the street to the church. Scrappy followed as far as the sidewalk and stood there barking at the feline as though telling it to stay off his turf… which may have been very close to the truth.
It took her another moment to gain the courage to raise her hand and knock on the door. When no one an
