On the way to the park
The trail indicated that Scooter had come from the park, so they set off in that direction. “That makes sense,” Kenneth said thoughtfully. “Pablo loves the park.” Lyla joined them, her worry written all over her face. The closer they got to the park, the harder Kenneth’s heart beat – between hope and fear. “We should ask people if they’ve seen him,” the policeman suggested. Kenneth nodded silently, ready for any answer.
On the way to the park
Asking everyone about Scooter
Kenneth and the police approached everyone they came across and asked if anyone had seen Scooter on the way to the park. “Excuse me, have you seen this dog?” Kenneth asked, holding up the picture on his cell phone. The officer repeated the question to the bystanders, some shook their heads in the negative, but a few nodded in agreement. “Yes, I saw the dog,” one man confirmed. “He was running towards the park.” At these words, a spark of hope flickered inside Kenneth.
Questioning everyone about Scooter
