“Go on, Trixie. Into your carrier,” Emma coaxed, as the
dog scrambled all over the backseat.
“Come on, girl. It’s nice in here,” Andrew said, pulling
her by the collar while Emma shoved from behind. Trixie dug her paws into the
worn cloth seat and refused to budge.
Ellen crowded in next to Andrew and waved a dog biscuit a
few inches from Trixie’s nose. Trixie edged forward, and when Ellen set the
biscuit at the back of the carrier, she climbed right in.
Andrew yanked the zipper around its track. “Pretty
tricky, Grandma!”
