“What??!!” I muttered in horror, the bad news not helping my already tattered emotions at all. “What are you saying?” I mumbled incoherently as I listened to my elderly neighbor apologizing profusely.
Mrs. Knightley had lost Pudding, and I was out of my mind with worry. Usually, the lonely woman didn’t mind pet-sitting Pudding as she had a herd of puppies at her own place. We lived on the same floor at the Viva Lakeshore which made it easy for Pudding to visit, which usually occurred when I was away. That was happening very frequently lately since I was always out of home at college and work, not spending that much time with my little pet.
Maybe that was the reason she was angry with me? She had never bunked before. A gush of guilt filled me, and I plastered my hand on my forehead to cal
