“Dam! Okay, little baby Zoe, mommy says go to sleep.” Instantly Zoe’s eyes closed and she fell forward into Sally’s hands. She gently set her on the floor and tried to think about her options. Only one kept coming back. She needed to talk to Liz.
She tried to wake her up, but she wouldn’t stir. Sally needed some cold water. She entered the kitchen and saw something move under the table. “Hello? Who’s there?” A slight whimper answered.
“When did Liz get a dog? Come on out doggie! I won’t hurt you.” She gasped when Trish came out and licked her palm.
“Trish! When did you……” Then she remembered everything. “What did I feed you?” Sally saw two dog bowls sitting on the floor, one of them still half full of some kind of dry dog food. “I’m so sorry Trish. I’d help you but I think only Liz can. Come on, let’s get this over with.”