The London airport was not at all ready for the arrival of the Russell family. People were scrambling to get out of their way as they ran through the airport. Making it to the pay phones, Gidget grabbed some change from her purse. Sliding the coins into the slot, she instructed everyone else, "Max, see if we can get a plane back to Chicago! Everyone else, call everyone you know!" Picking up the phone, she dialed the first number she could think of.
The police station back in Chicago.
Taking a sip of his black coffee, Rooster's ears perked up when the phone started ringing off the hook. Weird. Who would be calling him this early in the morning? The sun had just peeked up over the horizon not even a minute ago. It better not be some teenager looking to do prank phone calls. Sighing heavily, the Welsh sheepdog got up from his desk. Walking over to the phone, he picked it up and answered, "Chicago police station, how can I help you?"
"Hi, this is Gidget Russell. I'm calling from the London airport. My youngest son Tiny was left home by accident," Gidget explained the family's predicament to the police officer. By the sound of the cop's voice it was the sheriff Rooster Welsh. Thank goodness. He was a trustworthy dog, always getting the job done. Shaking as she held the phone, she continued, "Can you please go to our house and take him back to the station with you? I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Sure thing ma'am. I'll keep the young tike here with me. I won't let anything bad happen to him," Rooster promised before he hung up the phone. He then got ready to head on over to the Russell family homestead. All the way back in London, Gidget went over to tell her husband the good news. He, in return, had some bad news for her.
"There's nothing to America in the next two days?!" Gidget exclaimed, horrified. Nodding his head solemnly, Max gestured to the front desk as he murmured, "They're all booked. And there's a bad snowstorm over the Atlantic for the next two days. I'm sorry but there's no way we're gonna get back home." Seeing the tears running down his wife's face, the Jack Russell terrier pulled the Pomeranian into a warm hug. "It's gonna be okay Gidget," Max whispered, stroking her fluffy white fur, "He's gonna be okay."
"He must be so scared and lonely..." Gidget whimpered, trembling in her husband's arms.
