We stood by the humans’ big glass door, talking as we waited for Molly to come home.
Then we spotted her walking through the yard, carrying a big pink box.
“Hey, guys!” she hollered. “Come out here. I’ve got something to show you!”
I looked over at Ivy. What had Molly brought home? She just shrugged, as if she’d read my mind.
We trudged out to where Molly was waiting, and plopped down on the ground when our sister motioned for us to sit.
Molly had stashed the pink box behind her.
“What’s up, Molly?” Emily asked in her crisp British accent.
Molly grinned. “Well, you know that poster I put up in the post office? The one for pet sitting?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Did someone call you?”
Molly nodded enthusiastically and said, “Yes, someone did! They wanted me to keep their pet until April while they went on their honeymoon to Europe.”
“OK, so here he is . . .”
Molly sat down and started fiddling with the latch of the pet carrier.
“So you . . . got a . . .”
“PUPPY!” Molly exclaimed.
The tiny dog stepped timidly out of its carrier. It was possibly the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“Oh, wow!” Isabelle exclaimed. “He is SO pretty.”
The puppy trotted hesitantly over to Molly on dainty paws. They gazed at each other lovingly.
Molly was amazing with animals. The trust in that creature’s eyes . . .
“Boo,” Molly cooed to the pup. Boo wagged his tail happily.
“We’re gonna have lots of fun together,” she promised.
Molly scooped Boo up in her arms.
They were just . . . meant to be.
Molly had always wanted a dog of her own.
I just hoped that she wouldn’t get too attached to Boo. I didn’t want her to get super-emotional when we had to give him back.
But at least they were together for now.