“Mom, I’m sorry things went badly in there,” Robyn said as they walked toward the car. “No, honey, don’t be. You were wonderful. He was rude and made assumptions he shouldn’t have made. I’ll be glad to see the back of him tomorrow.” “Me, too.” Mom smiled at her as she unlocked the car. “Are you sure you want to sell him any of your babies?” Robyn swallowed hard. “I think we have to. We need to order more meat for the dogs, and we’ll have a lot of expenses while we get ready for the race. But I’m glad Grandpa wouldn’t sell Tumble.” “So am I,” Mom admitted. “He personally raised that dog, and I know Tumble is one of his favorites.” Robyn drove home and found Darby’s note saying her father had driven her over and helped her feed all of the dogs their suppers. The temperature had dropped to ten below zero. Robyn made a brief round of the kennels and made sure all of the animals were snug in their shelters. She’d put extra straw bedding in the doghouses that morning, and all were settled down for the night.
