of seaweed. âIt has an ear,â he said. âIt looks like a dog.â
âPoor dog,â Mom said. âIt must have drowned in the storm last night.â
Kyle pulled away more seaweed. He uncovered the dogâs face. âIts eyelid moved! Itâs alive!â
Chapter Two
They uncovered the rest of the dog. It lay still on its driftwood board.
Mom put her hand on the dogâs chest. âItâs breathing!â she said.
âWe need to take it home,â Kyle said. âHow can we carry it?â
Mom took off her rain slicker and covered the dog. âYou stay here,â she said. âI have an idea.â
Kyle sat on the wet sand beside the wet dog. He patted the dogâs head and scratched behind its ear. âPlease live,â he whispered. âI promise to take good care of you.â
Mom returned with the wheelbarrow. It was lined with towels and covered with a tarp. âKyle,â she said, âyou lift the dogâs head. Iâll lift its body. Weâll put it in the wheelbarrow.â
The soggy dog lay limp in their arms. They laid it on the dry towels. They placed the tarp over top. Kyle put his stick and his bag in the wheelbarrow. He helped push the heavy wheelbarrow across the soft, wet sand.
They carried the dripping dog into the house. They laid her beside the woodstove. Kyle got some fresh towels. He rubbed the dog all over. The dog coughed, and water trickled from her mouth. She shivered.
âIâm going to phone the vet,â Mom said.
Kyle sat close beside the dog. He stroked her head. âPlease donât die,â he whispered.
Mom returned. âThe vet said to warm some towels in the dryer,â she said. Kyle helped wrap warm towels around the cold dog.
âShe said to put a hot water bottle near her chest,â Mom said. So thatâs what they did.
âYou stay with the dog. Iâm going to heat some milk.â
âDid the vet say that too?â
Mom nodded.
Mom brought warm milk in a bowl. She put it near the dogâs nose. The dog half opened her eyes. Her pink tongue hung out, but she didnât drink.
âI have an idea,â Kyle said. He went to the kitchen for the turkey baster. He dipped it into the warm milk. He pumped the bulb until milk rose into the tube. He dropped warm milk on the dogâs pink tongue. She licked.
Kyle dropped more milk onto her tongue. She licked some more. Then she lifted her head and lapped up all the milk. Her head flopped back down. She curled up in her warm towels. She lay close to the warm woodstove. Soon she fell asleep.
Kyle sat beside her and watched her breathe.
âI think sheâll be all right,â Mom said. âShall we give her a name?â
Kyle nodded. âLetâs call her Treasure. Sheâs the best treasure we ever found.â
All that rainy morning Kyle sat beside Treasure. At lunchtime Mom reheated the pancakes. They ate every bite. Treasure drank some more warm milk.
After lunch Mom and Kyle went out. They needed to buy dog food and a dog dish. Treasure slept by the woodstove. When they came back, Treasure sat up and wagged her tail. âSheâs happy to see us!â Kyle said.
He put dog food into the shiny new dish. Treasure gobbled it up. Then she curled up and went back to sleep.
âHow come she sleeps so much?â Kyle asked. âShe might be sick or she might be very old,â Mom said. âOr she might just be tired.â
âI think sheâs tired,â Kyle said.
Treasure slept all afternoon and all night long.
Chapter Three
Early the next morning Kyle opened his eyes. Two brown eyes stared back at him. âTreasure!â he cried. âYouâre better!â
Treasure licked Kyleâs nose. Her tongue felt warm and sticky.
Outside, sun sparkled on a rippled sea. âLetâs walk along the beach,â Kyle said after breakfast.
Kyle took his walking stick from the
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