We left off with Tillie at the dog park, beginning to think her lover was not going to come to the park…
“Well, I may as well do some running since it doesn’t look like he’s going to show up,” sulked Tillie to herself. She had been at the dog park a half hour and there was no sign of her buddy, Rex. Rex lived next door to the Johnsons where Tillie and Rover lived. He was owned by Old Man Jenkins, a gruff old bird who lived alone.
Ironically, the only time Tillie got to see Rex was when their owners took them to the dog park at the same time. Rex was a seven-year-old golden retriever mix. He apparently had some blue tic in him because he had a howl that could wake the dead.
“Well hello there pretty lady!” Tillie nearly jumped out of her fur wondering how it was everyone was sneaking up on her and beginning conversations without her realizing they were there.