After all the time he had put into trying to find his way home, there he was, back where he had started when he first dug under the fence. Not that it was a bad place. In fact, it was pretty good compared to sleeping under a bush and eating garbage. He had liked the other puppy who lived at this place, and the boy and the little person were kind. Still, it wasn’t home. By this time, Ziggy really, really wanted to be home. But with this leash attached, what could he do? He got out of the car and began to walk toward the house. That was when the door slammed and a person yelled his name and galloped toward him. Not again. Ziggy was tired of being chased. But his fear overcame his exhaustion, and once again, Ziggy ran. “Oops,” said Lizzie. She put her hand over her mouth and stared down the street toward where Ziggy had run. “That was dumb. I can’t believe I did that, especially after hearing what happened when you did it.” Charles had followed Lizzie outside. He glared at her.
