Mark stopped to get some dog food then made his way home. Thanks to his catnap, the sun had already set, making for a dark ride. He pulled in the driveway and walked toward the house. The one lamp he had left on lit up the living room and Bentley’s head could be seen looking out the window. “Hey, boy!” He smiled at him.
He opened the door to let the dog out, then made his way toward the barn. He entered the fence and closed the gate behind him so he could let the horses out. Bentley paced around the yard at first, nose to the ground. Then he started barking and ran to the gate. “Hang on, buddy. I’ll be right back out.”
The dog continued barking frantically, scratching at the fence. Mark opened the barn door and looked back at the upset dog. “Alright, fine. Sorry, I thought you wanted to
