In the small town of Wickenshire, NY I live alone with my dog Yankee he’s a good fateful dog half blood hound and germen shepherded. The house that was passed to me when my mom had passed is on the far end of town north of the police station. When I awake I struggle to the kitchen after my nape. I turn on the radio “9:00” the speaker says walk time. I headed to the kitchen cabinet reached in grabbing the leash and some snacks. I walked over to the door I can hear Yankees big paws taping the floor. I struggled to get the leash connected to Yankees collar. I almost got it when the phone rang. I stopped trying to get the leash hooked to the loop. I started running my hands along the smooth surface of the wall. as I find the phone its to late they were gone as I spoke into the phone waiting for a response a whisper anything nothing . I called for Yankee as he comes scampering across the floor. I took his collar and hooked it onto the leash with grate effort. Yankee pulled me to the door ready to go. I open the door the bright sun shining on my face. As I turned back at the door to the left on the wood coat rack that I hade spent many hours looking staring at looking at the craftsmanship. even as I could only feel it I could imagine the grate craftsmanship. as I felt along the smooth wood I grabbed my dads old cane. I felt along the ground with the cane .I found the cross walk very easily as I hade wondered this very same road many times it was still as normal I made my way to Joe’s apartment. I struggled to get my Barings right. as I walked about were I thought Joe’s was. I heard Yankee bark and stop. as I ran into the wall of Joe’s apartment I made my way around it. I ran my fingers over the numbers on his apartment I found it room 106 apartment d. I knocked on the door as I herd him struggle out of bed he opened the door.
