Mr. Jenkins pet Buddy
After Buddy had licked the floor clean, he sat back on his haunches and looked around, wondering what came next. Mr.
Jenkins approached slowly, crouched down, and extended his hand. Buddy sniffed it cautiously, then allowed Mr. Jenkins to gently stroke his fur. “
Good boy, Buddy,” Mr. Jenkins murmured, giving him a scratch behind the ears. The dog’s tail began to wag again.