Sally knew that the puppy liked flowers. Every morning she waited on her porch for the puppy to come visit her. Some days it didn’t come, but most of the time it did.
She used one of her pink bed sheets to give the puppy a pretty bow for its hair. It seemed to like the bow.
And the flowers.
It would let her climb up on its back and ride on its silky soft fur as it swam in the ocean, riding the big waves that sometimes crashed on her beach, sending fluffy sea foam into the air.
She loved her puppy, although she was beginning to wish it hadn’t eaten her parents. She was beginning to miss them.
But only a little.
She had the puppy to keep her company now.