It must be winter--Fio is wearing a long-sleeved shirt and has had to turn off her air conditioning. On the other hand, this is Texas, and the afternoon might turn into a scorcher.
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday--maybe your girl's neighbors will come out in force and make some friends. Yeah, like that's ever going to happen! Fiorella has lived in this neighborhood for eight months and doubts if anyone but her immediate family even knows her name.
HOW-SO-EVER, the minute, Fiorella stepped outside the door to walk up to the mailbox to deposit bill payments, her adventures began. First, she encountered a friendly brown dog and a gentlemanly young man, who actually spoke to her, then a small white dog, which kept circling and yapping angrily at her feet. Now, having been a dog owner for m-a-n-y years, Fio wasn't fazed...until she realized the little dog, still yapping, had followed her all the way back to the house.
Who was its owner? Your girl checked in with the next-door-neighbors to the right, who didn't own the dog but told her who did--the neighbors on their right. So, your girl led the desperate dog in that direction, where it was claimed (somewhat reluctantly?) by its owners.
It was an interesting way to begin the day. What next?
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