Chapter 1
part 1
(Trinket)
Rinnnnnnngggggggg! Trinket pricked up his ears as Mom, dressed in her baking apron, rushed to the phone. The Keys family had been awaiting a call from their dog's veterinarian, a woman named Ms. Self. She was very small and had been stuck taking care of sick dogs for twenty-five years, which had driven to be very to herself, hardly talking except to prescribe some very dangerous medication which made dogs vomit all over whatever was in the vicinity (tables, people, lamps, books, magazines etc). Trinket hated her.
Mom answered the phone, looking downcast as she was answered with a machine telling her to pay off her bills.
"Can't be long now", she said, as Trinket took cover underneath a chair at just the thought of Ms. Self's voice on the phone. The reason for the call was because Trinket had recently begun to talk during dinnertime. When the pug began to talk, no one batted an eyelash. He had been born to talk. It just came naturally.
Three days later, Trinket was to be found hiding under the sink as Dad attempted to coax him out.
"We are not driving to Ms. Self's office," Dad said. Trinket's ears pricked up, and he took a step forward."We're driving to the lobby, and then we shall enter Ms. Self's office." Trinket sunk back under the sink.
Meanwhile, Mom was shoving Trinket's crate into the car, saying "ow" every time it stabbed her in the arm. When this task was completed, she tossed a treat into the crate, locking it behind Trinket as he leaped in. Everybody piled into the car, and they were off.
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