Something simple, Alone in the Wilderness. HAPPY HALLOWEEN! AGAIN!
“I think we’re lost.”
“You’re lost. I’m not lost. I have a flawless sense of direction.”
“You have burrs in your tail,” Herschel said, kicking a rock. “C’mon, Toto, there’s no place like home.”
Shep just stuck out his tongue at him before scrambling up onto a mossy rock to get a better look around. Good luck with that—trees clogged their view every way they turned. At least it was pretty; beds of bright leaves carpeted the ground, and the noon sun highlighted every color.
Herschel looked over at Shep again and found him precariously balanced on the very top of the boulder, hanging onto a low branch. “Hey, if you fall I’m not catching you.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Can’t you, like, sniff our way home? I thought canines were good at that.”
Shep’s eyes cut over to him, and his ears pinned back. He did that to look threatening, but mostly he looked like a pouty puppy. “I’m gonna bite you if you don’t shut up.”