Greg's house phone was this old black house phone. I remember seeing some phones like that through an antique shop window on my days on the streets. Greg dialed in a long number.
He waited for someone to answer the phone. He had to try it a few times because the phone was old and there wasn't a strong signal.
After a few tries. Someone finally answered the phone.
"Angela"?
"Greg"?
It was Mrs.Carter I wish that it was Grace. I just wanted to hear her voice. I really had missed her.
Uncle Greg and Mrs.Carter had a long deep conversation. Mrs.Carter told him the entire story from the beginning. Since the day Grace found me.
"OK, I understand but er.."
he paused for a few seconds.
"What's wrong with his face".
I totally forgot about that. I remembered that I didn't want him to see my face.
I heard Mrs.Carter's voice though the receiver.
"Please take good care of him".
"Don' worry".
What? wasn't I going back, but this wasn't my home.
I didn't know any of these animals. Why couldn't I go back? Why?
"Alrigh' buddy". Greg said.
"Let's get ye use to the place".
Greg put a leash on me and we walked around the farm. I didn't want a grand tour. I wanted my home.
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The Bond
HumorHow I look never defines me When I have someone to love Belker was an ugly mutt that never had an owner because he wasn't "cute" in of.. Will all that change?
