I was at the office when I received the news from my neighbor. One of Brandie's pups was missing. I asked which one. It was the white with black spots. I was stunned. It was my pup. Little Bernie. I call him that as he looks like a little St Bernard.
My neighbor looked at the surrounding area. Bernie was not there. The pit I dug was deep enough for them not to climb up. There was even no snake in the area. My neighbor thinks Bernie was dognapped by the the group of street cleaners and grass cutters who worked in my village that day.
Bernie was just 2 weeks old. Still with eyes closed. Still feeding from Mama's milk. Couldn't stand on all fours yet. He was just crawling. He was just a baby!
I just hope that the dognapper would take good care of Bernie. He was the cutest and the biggest of the lot. I missed him already.
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