|Phoenix, fast asleep, after his long walk.|
By Valerie L. Egar
Every Sunday afternoon, Emily’s beautiful Siberian husky, Phoenix, took her for a walk through Bloomfield. Phoenix knew the town very well and pulled Emily all the places he wanted to go.
The town’s restaurant, Honeycomb, was Phoenix’s favorite stop and that’s where he went first. Emily had to run to keep up. Phoenix stood outside and smelled the delicious aroma of steak sandwiches and cheeseburgers. What was that scent he couldn’t quite recognize? Ah, pancakes with maple syrup from the morning. Mmmm.
Phoenix wished that once, just once, Emily would open the door and allow him to go inside, but he contented himself with looking in the windows as he passed by. People pointed at him and smiled. He knew they were admiring him.
Sometimes, people came out of the restaurant carrying bags of leftovers. The bags were called “doggie bags,” so why didn’t they give them to him? Phoenix was always disappointed. Although people said hello and pat his head, no one shared their doggie bag with him.
After they passed the restaurant, Phoenix visited Tracey’s Gift Shop. Tracey painted beautiful scenes on Christmas ornaments and sat at a table working when
she wasn’t helping customers. Phoenix knew if he stared in the window long enough, she would notice him and come outside. Sure enough, Tracey spotted Phoenix.
“Aren’t you a beautiful boy?” she said. She rubbed him behind his ears and he wagged his tail.
Next stop was the park in the center of town. Phoenix liked inspecting the trees and walking in the cool grass. Usually his friend Roger was in the park on Saturday afternoon with his two dogs, Faith and Willow. Phoenix was always excited to see them. He looked around. They weren’t by the water fountain. Not next to the park bench behind the oak tree. Not in the park at all. Too bad.
Phoenix pulled Emily up the hill to the fire station. On Sunday afternoon, crew members washed the trucks and one of the men usually carried a dog biscuit in his back pocket for Phoenix. Today, though, the trucks sat in the driveway shiny and clean with a troop of boy scouts inspecting them. The Fire Chief was explaining the parts of the truck and how they worked.
“Look, a husky!” one of the scouts yelled. Soon the whole troop surrounded Phoenix to pet him.
“May I take some pictures?” the Scout Master asked Emily. Each boy wanted a picture with Phoenix.
When they finished, Emily said, “Are we done? I’m getting tired!” but Phoenix had one more place he liked to go.
Phoenix pulled Emily up the hill to the Franklin’s house. Mr. and Mrs. Franklin were sitting on the porch. Mr. Franklin was reading the newspaper and Mrs. Franklin was peeling apples to make a pie.
“Why, if it isn’t Phoenix!” Mrs. Franklin said. “I’ve been saving something for you.” She put down the apple she was peeling and went inside the house. Soon she came out with a small bag. “We went out to eat last night and we brought the leftovers home for Phoenix.”
Emily politely said, “Thank you,” and Phoenix wagged his tail and jumped high in the air he was so happy. Finally, a doggie bag! It smelled delicious. He couldn’t wait to see what was inside.
When he got home, he ate the leftover steak the Franklins gave him and fell asleep, content with his perfect Sunday walk.
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