[Plot] Week 2

I chased Bernie through the kitchen, but he managed to escape out the backdoor, before I could grab him. He couldn't go far, since we had a tiny backyard. If there was anything Bernie hated, it was going to the vet. I told the kids not to mention it when he was in hearing range, but they didn't listen.

They left for school, and I had to deal with Bernie alone. I had to coax the old dog out of his hiding place or we would be late. He was a stubborn basset hound, but I loved him anyways.

"Bernie, come here. That's a good dog." Nothing. He wedged himself in the tiny space between the shed and the compost bin. He had done it before, and I knew from prior experience that I needed another strategy.

I went back to kitchen and grabbed his box of treats. I shook the box, and called his name. I started laying a trail of treats that would lead right to the car. I had his carrier all ready and waiting for him.

It didn't take him long to start gobbling up his favourite dog biscuits. We were in the car before I knew it. Soon we on our way to see the vet, so he could get his shots.