By, Nan Claire Falkner
“Love having company!” Debbie told her daughter arriving home with Boscoe, a 3 month old black lab mix full of mischief. He had won Mom over as soon as she saw his left ear flop.
By the window, there was a bowl full of chocolate peppermint candy.
“Keep an eye open I’m going to bed now” Dad added.
As morning light hit the sofa, Dara gulped. “Dad is going to kill me” she whispered – “BAD BOSCOE!”
Wrappers were everywhere and Boscoe was moaning.
Why didn’t she bring the doggie cage?
Dad handed her cleaning supplies. “Gotta love dogs!”