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I was in a solid sleep when a sudden sense of something wrong roused me with a jolt. The was sitting stiffly upright, his head cocked. Did you hear a noise he whispered at me. I debated whether the urgency I sensed in his voice meant that my nap was over. I decided that what was needed was a calming influence, and lowered my head back on the soft cushion. From within the house there was a light thump. Bailey! the hissed. Okay, this was serious. I got off the chair, stretched, and looked at him expectantly. He reached down and touched my head, and his fear leaped from his skin. Hello he called. Is someone there He froze, and I emulated his posture, on high alert. I wasnt at all sure what was happening, but I knew there was a threat. When another thump caused him to jump, fright rippling over his skin, I prepared myself to face whatever or whoever was the problem. I could feel the fur rising on my back, and I gave a low growl of warning. At the sound of my growl, the moved soundlessly across the room. I shuffled after him, still alert, and watched as he opened the gun cabinet for the second time that day.

The next morning we slept in and then had a fabulous breakfast. I ate toast crusts and licked scrambled eggs and finished his milk for him. What a great day! Ethan put more food in a bag, along with a bottle that he filled with water, and slid the whole thing in his backpack. Were we going for a walk Sometimes Ethan and I would go for a walk and hed take sandwiches for us to share. Lately, his walks always seemed to take us down by where the lived; I could smell her scent on the mailbox. The would stand and look at the house, and then wed turn around and go back home. The fear from the night before was totally gone. Whistling, the went out to take care of Flare, who wandered over to eat the bucket of dry, tasteless seeds or whatever they were that she munched on when she wasnt trying to make herself sick with grass. I was surprised, though, when the fetched a blanket and a shiny leather saddle from the barn and affixed them to the horses back. Wed done this a few times before, with Ethan climbing up to sit high on Flares back, but always with Grandpa there, and always with the gate to Flares yard firmly closed. Now, though, the opened the gate, hoisting himself up with a grin. Lets go, Bailey! he called down to me. I followed, feeling surly. I didnt like that Flare suddenly was getting all the attention and that I was so far away from the , forced to walk beside the huge creature, who I had come to conclude was just as dumb as the ducks. I especially didnt appreciate it when, with a flick of her tail, Flare dropped a smelly pile of poo on the road, narrowly missing me. I lifted my leg on it because it now, after all, belonged to me, but I felt fairly certain the horse had meant the thing as an insult. Soon we were offroad, in the woods, walking along a trail. I chased down a rabbit and would have caught it if it hadnt cheated by suddenly changing direction. I smelled more than one skunk and haughtily refused to take even a single step in that direction. We stopped at a small pool and Flare and I drank, and later the ate his sandwich, tossing me the crusts.
Holding Grandpas rifle in his trembling hands, the crept up the stairs, down the hall, and into Moms bedroom. I was right on his heels. Ethan checked her bathroom and under the bed, and when he whipped the closet door open he yelled, Ha! scaring me half to death. We repeated this examination in the s room, Grandma and Grandpas room, and the small room with the couch where Grandma slept when Grandpa made his loud rumbling noises at night. Before leaving on the car ride, Grandma had been in this room doing more work on the flip, trying to fix it at Ethans direction, and it was called the seg room. The checked the whole house, Grandpas gun out in front of him, and he rattled every knob and tested every dow. Passing through the living room, I walked hopefully over to Grandpas chair, but the still wanted to explore the house, so with a weary sigh I accompanied him on a check of the shower curtains. Finally he returned to Moms room. He worked the doorknob, and then he dragged her dresser over in front of the door. He set the rifle down next to the bed and called me up to lie with him. When he clung to me, I was reminded of how he sometimes came out to the doghouse in the garage when Mom and Dad were shouting. He felt full of the same lonely terror. I licked him as comfortingly as I knew how—we were together; how could anything be wrong
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