A Tearful Reunion
The door opened, and out came the dog. Smokey looked exactly like himself, the back of his fur shaved in one spot where the vet had taken care of the scratch, but other than that, he was hardy and healthy. “Smokey!” Lee Ann greeted him enthusiastically. “Hey, buddy.” She knelt down as the Pomeranian rushed up to greet her, petting him and picking him up to give a hug. He was as happy to see her as she was him.