The Lost Dog Post

Cedar Lane Neighbors. Rosalind Teague, 7:02: LOST DOG! Has anyone seen my dog, Pretzel? He's small and brown, with short legs, a white tail and one ear that always stands up. He's wearing a red collar. He has escaped from our garden, and I've looked everywhere. Please help!

Kwame Asante, 7:40: I think I've seen him! A little brown dog with a red collar has just eaten half of my son's toast. He was in our kitchen five minutes ago. Now he's gone.

Margit Solberg, 12:35 p.m.: Is he a bit round, with a very happy face? He's been here! He sat under our table and looked at my husband's sandwich until he got some ham. He left ten minutes ago.

Delphine Okafor, 1:15 p.m.: He's visited us too! My grandma gave him some rice and chicken. He has very good manners, by the way. He said thank you with his tail.

Rosalind Teague, 3:00 p.m.: Thank you, everyone! I've walked up and down the street all day. Every time I arrive at a house, he's already left. How is that possible?

Hamid Rahimi, 6:48 p.m.: Your little brown friend is in our kitchen RIGHT NOW. We've just sat down for dinner. Come quickly!

Rosalind Teague, 7:05 p.m.: I'm too late again! Hamid says Pretzel left with a meatball.

Margit Solberg, 7:20 p.m.: Rosalind, look at the times. Breakfast at Kwame's house. Lunch at my house and Delphine's. Dinner at Hamid's. Pretzel isn't lost. He's having the best day of his life!

Rosalind Teague, 9:12 p.m.: He's home! He walked in at nine, didn't even look at his dinner, and fell asleep on his bed. Now I understand why he's never hungry at home. I don't think this is his first day out.