Saturday, April 4, 2015
The lost dog,
(This is not the dog in the story)
Before my sister Rose was married, a dog followed her home. We fed it, but every time my mum drove out, it followed the car to the main road, then it came back. It stayed with us for a long time.
One day, Margaret and I cycled to town, it followed us. Half way on our way home, a blue car stopped, and the dog dashed to the car. The people looked at us accusingly, they never stopped to at least ask why we took the dog.
We felt very hurt. Instead of being grateful to us, they accused us.