“What a beautiful day,” the man said as he plopped down on the bench. “I’m just going to sit and enjoy it for a minute.”
Stick Dog didn’t say anything.
He couldn’t.
Obviously.
That male human was just inches away.
Stick Dog held a paw up to his mouth and stared wide-eyed and seriously at his friends. Thankfully, they all understood. They didn’t make a sound or move a muscle.
For two whole minutes.
During that two minutes, the man stretched and sighed. He stared up as the white clouds drifted across the deep blue sky. He yawned and stretched again. And then he stood up.
“Well, Scott,” he said to himself. “These supplies for the barbecue are not going to buy themselves. Time to get moving.”
The man looked left, then right, then left again. He stepped off the sidewalk and onto the street.
He headed straight toward Mike’s Magnificent Meats.
And Stick Dog got ready to go too.
