The stunning beach soccer team 2

Piece 2: The Day

I rememmbered vividly the day my grandpa and Jim left.

Grandma was in rage. She said, it was over, she couldn’t stand that stinking dog poops any more. That was the 5th time in a day she had to clean dog droppings herself. Jim had to go, or she would be mad.

My grandpa sit for an hour. Jim came sit next to him. My grandpa cuddled Jim in his arms and lap. Then silently, my grandpa went upstair, packed his backpack. Then he went downstair, get the Doodoo (Jim’s food. Jim is our 3 month old golden retriever puppy), get the leash. Then he called Jim “Go Jim, go”.

“Lex, you have to stay here with grandma” He said to me as I was about to follow. Grandma gave me fierce look. I dared not to move.

Grandpa and Jim walked across the kitchen, chin up, heads high. Grandpa opened the gates. Jim quickly peed right next to the gate. “Oh, no, Jim” My grandpa grasped “But, eh, yes”. He smiled again, patted Jim. Then he get the water faucet sprayer and cleared the dog’s pee out of the gate. My grandma turned away, clutched her lips. Her eyes are in despair.

Grandpa waved at me bye byte. Jim wagged his tail, confusing. It was not normal. We usually go out together to play, but grandpa was out there but I was not. What happened, Jim must wonder. Is it playing time?

My grandpa called Jim, rocking the Doodoo package. Jim got the munchy yummy sound right away. He couldn’t wait for me. He ran after my grandpa.

Off they went and the adventure began.