Letting go of Scooter
Kenneth held Scooter’s leash tightly in his hand, but his instincts urged him to hurry. “We have to see where he wants to go,” he said resolutely. Finally, he released the leash and let the dog loose. Lyla watched nervously. “Are you sure?” she asked tensely. Kenneth just nodded. “It’s our only chance.” Barely free, Scooter ran off, his sticks clenched tightly between his teeth. Kenneth and Lyla looked at each other briefly before hastily following him, their hearts beating with fear and hope in equal measure.
Scooter let go
Scooter sprints into the garden
With his sticks firmly in his mouth, Scooter ran purposefully into the garden. Kenneth and Lyla stayed close behind him as they watched him move with sure direction. “He knows exactly where he wants to go,” Kenneth observed. Lyla remained skeptical, but even she couldn’t deny the determination in Scooter’s demeanor. “Where are you taking us, boy?” she murmured. The dog ran on unperturbed, as if following a clear plan to lure them deeper into the familiar garden.
Scooter sprints into the garden
