My Days With Scooter

The Dreading Truth

The lady left and gave me all of the info on Scooter. I was a little pushy, I really wanted to play with Scooter.

I took Scooter out on my back porch. I brought his favorite toy (a rubber carrot) and some treats.

I started running around calling for Scooter, waving the carrot in the air. Scooter just sat looking unamused.

I started throwing the carrot around and dropped at his feet. Scooter didn't move a muscle, instead he laid down not paying attention to the toy.

"Scooter?" I asked. He wasn't intrerested in any thing I tried to do. Was he sick?

I ran in an told my mom what was happening. She simply told me this: "Scooter is older now. He is bigger and isn't as playful and he was when he was little. And he has been gone for a year, so he probably doesn't remember this lifestyle."

I gave up on playing, my mom was right, Scooter just isn't used to living here like he used too. He'll remember. Hopefuly.

Hey guys! I have finally wrote again! Sorry for the big gap, i've just been out of writing. And this chapter might be short, and if it is I'm sorry about that too. We're at 600 reads! Can you believe it! I'll write again a lot sooner. Thx for reading!