The Adventures of RB – A new Arrival in the Family Part 2

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By Luis Miguel Bugallo Sánchez  (Own work) | GFDL or CC-BY-SA-3.0  via Wikimedia Commons

Changes were afoot. A baby human had been brought into the home. RB was not pleased. There was no way he was going to stay in the house with that creature, absolutely no way. He felt hurt and abandoned by Callie – how could she do such a thing to him?  After all, he was her very special boy, wasn’t he?

He sulked behind the sofa in the front room, refusing to come out.  She couldn’t even tempt him with any food, even though she tried with cooked chicken, and sardines.  He wasn’t going to fall for that trick. He plotted and planned whilst hiding away and came to his decision, he was leaving home – for good.

Later that night, Callie slipped on his lead, and took him over to Freedom Fields park for his usual nocturnal walk.  “I can’t stay long RB,  just a quick walk tonight” she said.  “I am feeling a bit sore and need to rest up to feed the baby”.

He glowered, his head went down and his tail slunk between his legs. “Just you wait,” he muttered to himself, “you’ll be sorry.” Callie carefully walked through the part to the other side and sat down on one of the benches for a minute to catch her breath. This was his opportunity. Off he went, into the darkness, quiet as a mouse.  She didn’t even notice him leaving.

Callie sat gathering her thoughts. It felt good to have a few minutes to herself, to get back to normal, and to be with her beloved big dog. She sat into the back of the bench, in a bit of a day dream, even though it was evening time. It was quite dark outside, but she wasn’t even aware of the darkness around her.

As the minutes passed she started to come back to herself. It was probably time to wander back home, the baby human probably needed feeding again by now. As well as changing. That was all she seemed to have been doing for the last 7 days and nights.

“RB,” she shouted, “where are you my boy?”  She looked behind the bench, but there was no sign of him.  She got up and walked to the edge of the park and whistled. Still no sign of him.  “Where are you?” she whispered to herself, “Are you hiding?”

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About the Author: Carole Langman works behind the scenes at Bowerland Cottage Holidays and Devon Dogs as the Business Manager. Her office is always a hive of activity, and with the vast amounts of work Carole has, we never really know how she gets through it all! To unwind, she loves gardening, hikes around Bowerland, travelling and writing.

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