on them a couple of times. You know, filling the water bowl and putting out some food. Iâm not much of a dog person myself, and those two are living proof why. Theyâre making a god-awful mess of that house.â
âOf course - theyâre making a mess,â I sputtered. âIf theyâve been cooped up alone in there for two days, what choice do they have? You mean nobody has walked them or let them outside at all?â
âJohnny thought about doing something like that, but I told him to leave well enough alone. Those are big, rambunctious animals. What if he let them out and they ran away? Then it would be our fault that they were missing. When Henryâs daughters show up, theyâll have to make their own arrangements.â
All well and good, assuming that they arrived quickly. But already two days had passed without any sign of Henryâs relatives. Who knew how long it might be before someone appeared? Pepper and Remington couldnât stay cooped up in that house all by themselves. If Henry had cared about those dogs, he would have been outraged by the very idea. I knew I was.
I stood up and looked at Betty. âDo you have a key to the house?â
âOh no,â Alice said from behind me.
Determinedly, I ignored her. âI assume you must, since youâve been going in and out.â
Betty nodded. âAfter Johnny and I got Henry into the ambulance and on his way to the hospital, we went over there and made sure everything was locked up tight. Of course, at the time we hoped heâd be coming back. It wasnât until later that we realized he wouldnât. Henry kept his keys on a hook by the door. Iâve got the whole key ring here.â
âI know what youâre thinking,â said Alice. âAnd itâs a crazy idea.â
âThose dogs are all but abandoned. What choice do we have?â
âNot we. You. If I ever showed up at home with one of those giant dogs, Joe would kill me.â
I stared at her, perplexed. âHavenât we been talking about the fact that youâre planning to get your kids a puppy? Well, this is what cute little puppies look like when they grow up. Or hadnât you thought that far ahead?â
âOf course Iâve thought about it. But I figured weâd ease into this dog-ownership thing gradually. Thatâs why weâre starting with a puppy.â
Her logic made no sense at all, not that I had time to debate the point. Puppies, though smaller, were much more work than adult dogs. I supposed Alice would be finding that out soon enough. But if she didnât think she could handle one of Henryâs dogs, what made her think she could handle one of her own?
âThen Iâll take them both,â I said.
These were, perhaps, not the sanest words ever to pass through my lips.
âYou will?â Betty asked, sounding surprised. âWhat are you going to do with them?â
âFor the time being, Iâll give them a place to stay where theyâll at least be well cared for. Then weâll see what happens when Henryâs relatives show up. Maybe his daughters will want them.â
âI canât imagine why,â said Betty. âLike I said, they donât come and visit much. Theyâve probably never even seen those two.â
âI guess Iâll have to find homes for them, then.â
Brave words considering I had no idea how hard it would be to do something like that. All I knew for sure was that I couldnât walk away and leave Remington and Pepper to an uncertain and possibly neglectful fate.
âThat seems like a fine idea to me.â Betty sounded delighted to abdicate responsibility. âLeave me your phone number, and if anyone shows up and wants to know where those dogs have gone off to, Iâll have them call you.â
I wrote down my information while Betty went and got the key to Henryâs back door. She pressed it