Hard Times

Sandie lived in a Chicago apartment with Mr. Palmer. While he worked during the day, Sandie dozed and waited. Every night, she'd greet him at the door with her tail wagging. Sandie enjoyed long walks around the block; she especially liked riding in Palmer's truck. After supper, they'd sit on the couch together, watching TV.

One morning, Palmer didn't leave for work. Talking on the phone, he sounded anxious and angry. In days, boxes were packed, the apartment was empty, and the pickup was full. When Palmer led Sandie out to the truck, she felt excited. Sitting in the front seat, she looked out the window as they drove away.

Suddenly, Palmer parked the truck and called for Sandie to come. He led her into the animal shelter. Voice shaky, Palmer bent down to say, "You're a good dog, Sandie. I am sorry I can't take you with me." Shaken, Palmer walked out the door, leaving Sandie behind.









- - - - - - - - - -
© Don Johnston Incorporated
For use with Protocol in Accommodations for Reading (PAR) by DeCoste & Wilson
donjohnston.com/par