"Where's your mommy?" I hear him say, from a distance. He can't see me and whoever looks after them must be in the store.
He kneels down to his level, smiling as he strokes his hair. I keep watch, Incase anything wrong happens, he pulls out some sweets.
"Here you go, good boy" he says, looking around him cautiously.
I wait, incase, I don't want to go up and accuse him of anything but if I have to step in, I will.
Suddenly he starts trying to lead him away.
"Oi!, leave the dog!" the owner shouts.
The child bolts.
Ricky Moore over 7 years ago
Thanks, I appreciate it man!
Ricky Moore over 7 years ago
Thanks Drew!