Isabella and Ingrid followed their tour guide through the Dog House facility. The two had booked a week to relax after exams. Isabella’s friend Madeleine had arranged the contact. How she knew about the place, neither girl would ever know. Maddy hadn’t mentioned anything beyond saying cryptically she went for a true vacation every so
Mrs. Brown intensely involved with her Golden Retriever
“You are going to be late, Alicia. Better hurry up!” I reminded myself. It was Friday afternoon and I was due for a weekend house sitting gig. I needed to get going. Actually, I was looking forward to it, getting away from things, maybe doing some reading, and just generally relaxing. The Browns always had