Biko

              "What's wrong with her daddy?" I said in my five year old voice holding her in my hands "I'm not sure Lettie, but I will figure it out" said my dad. "Promise" said my brother trying to hold his tears in. Twenty minutes later my dad came back to our rusty old cottage in Canada. He pulled a cage out of the passenger seat along with five pounds of dog food and a brand new dog bed. My dad came inside me and my brother were waiting on our latter (the entry to our loft/bedroom.) Me and my brother hauled the dog food dog bed and cage up the ladder. We poured dog food into a bowl set op the bed in the corner of the room were all of her stuff was already, we opened the cage door me and my brother closed our eyes and Biko walked right up to me and started to lick my face. I opened my eyes and ran my fingers through her soft fur. My brother hugged her and gave her a treat. "Pierce, look!" I said studying her stitches. "What is it?" I strongly asked. "her stitches Colette." said my brother. I smiled and said "Biko were twins!" I pointed to my eye and lip.At the end of the day all that I cared about was that my dog was safe, stitches or no stitches she was healthy and healed!