Where can he be? It is Christmas Eve, and it is getting late.
The last time I saw him was two hours ago.
I open the front door and shiver. It is cold outside. "Oscar, where are you? Please come home!" I shout at the top of my voice.
I head to the kitchen for a glass of warm milk. It usually helps me sleep. Not that I plan to get any sleep until I find my beloved companion.
Suddenly, I hear familiar barking. When I open the front door, I am nearly run over. Oscar has finally come home.
The last time I saw him was two hours ago.
I open the front door and shiver. It is cold outside. "Oscar, where are you? Please come home!" I shout at the top of my voice.
I head to the kitchen for a glass of warm milk. It usually helps me sleep. Not that I plan to get any sleep until I find my beloved companion.
Suddenly, I hear familiar barking. When I open the front door, I am nearly run over. Oscar has finally come home.
