Carrie Ann woke when Chance’s wet nose nudged her shoulder.
“Go away, Chance.”
Chance nudged her again, harder this time.
“Go lay down!” Carrie Ann snatched the blanket up over her face.
Chance wasn’t taking no for an answer and hopped up onto the bed, rooting his face in the covers.
“Okay, alright. Let’s go, but don’t take forever.”
Chance hopped off the bed, bolting down the hallway and onto the porch. Carrie Ann followed and when she reached the door, Chance was walking in tight circles, panting in anticipation.
She unlocked the deadbolt, barely opening the door before Chance raced into the backyard, disappearing into the woods surrounding the mountainside home. Crisp winter air bit at her skin and she pulled the door closed. She grabbed a blanket from the basket alongside the tattered couch that was left by the back door for Chance. Carrie Ann bundled up…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 