Charles was frantic. He looked everywhere, literally everywhere, but he couldn’t find them. But they had to be here they just had to be!
Charles sat in the recliner and signed. He had agreed to dog sit for his best friends Chris and Tracie, and now he was in their home, looking for the Holy Grail. Or, well, his version of the Holy Grail.
Chris and Tracie owned a cabin at the lake, and as it was spring, it needed a little cleaning, so they took a few days away. Their dog, Chet, usually made the trip during the summers but it was still a bit too cold for him. That’s what Tracie said, anyway. Chris had no problem loading up his trusty mutt for a road trip in rain, snow, freezing hail or burning lava. But she babied Chet, their only “kid” so far. And she put her foot down, so Chris agreed to keep him home.
So Charles played baby sitter. Which he didn’t mind. Chet was an easy dog to care for, but what really motivated him was access to the home by himself. Because his true motivation, his real reason to be here, wasn’t to do his best friends a favor. It was to find naked pictures of Tracie.