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Show Surely, there had to be some corner of the house where she could find comfort. "Where's Woogie?" she said, suddenly remembering the one remaining comfort in the house-her dog and his understanding brown eyes and soft, fur. "Oh, he's out on the back porch," said Mr. Huskinson. "I almost forgot. It's past his feedin' time." "Mr. Huskinson feeds Woogie every night for me. It's a real lifesaver," said Mrs. Long. "He's even fixed the loose boards on Woogie's dog house and the broken window in the garage and-" "If ya' ever need anything at all repaired, just holler," said Mr. Huskinson. "Don't cuss, call Gus." He let out another husky laugh and headed for the kitchen "We'll I'd better be gettin' the dog's food. He don't have much patience when it comes to eatin'." "I'll feed him, Mr. Huskinson," said Kim, setting down her stereo on a coffee table in the middle of the room. "Why I wouldn't hear of it," said Mr. Huskinson. "Not while I'm around." He rambled down the hall and opened the back door. "Whht!" Mr. Huskinson let out a shrill whistle and Woogie bounded up the porch steps, nearly attacked Mr. Huskinson. "He sure do like me," said Mr. Huskinson running his fingers through the dog's fur." "Woogie!" Kim cried. The jumpy dog skittered over to Kim and circled around her while she tried to hang onto him long enough to give him a 164 |
