This whole thing was taking on the feeling of a movie, the kind of movie that his mom liked where something crazy happens at the end and all the good guys are saved and the bad guys get theirs. He could see his mom sitting on the couch, her bare feet pulled up under her as she leaned on a pillow, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, watching the ABC Sunday Night Movie. He was just sure that the black and white scruff knew the way back to town. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. He would be swept up in a wave of furry enthusiasm and would be home in no time. But this wasn’t a movie and that wasn’t how it happened. Instead the dogs continued to circle him, jumping up on him, nosing him and loving on him. That would have been okay with him except it was making his way to the black and white a
