She tried to find her way home but was unable to concentrate on the smells. Then a cold drizzle erased the scent of home.
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Under a front porch that leaked, she lay shivering, drenched and whining. Then she heard her name, “BONNIE. COME HERE GIRL.”
Full of mud, leaves clinging to her coat, she approached him, happily limping. He took one look and said. “I’m sorry, Sweetie, but I’m looking for my lovely dog Bonnie.”