Page 7 - Forever Home for Pip

tail and his paws were white, as if they’d been dipped in paint. One of his ears was pricked but the other wouldn’t stand up and kept flopping over.
“Is there a phone number?” said Jack. “Should we ask Mum to call it and—”
“I don’t think we need to,” interrupted Grace as a young couple ran into the park, calling out Pip’s name. “I think his owners have just found us!”
“Pip!” exclaimed the woman, spotting the puppy in Grace’s arms. “I’m Jess, his owner. Oh, you naughty boy!” she said to the puppy, sounding more worried than cross. The man joined her as Grace handed him over.
“We thought we’d lost you,” he said, ruffling the puppy’s ears.
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