Prompt #34

It was a nice November afternoon to take my Pug for a walk. Leaves covered the sidewalk and rustled in the wind. My phone buzzed every minute as a new text message came in. Bentley tugged on his leash, surprising me so much I almost dropped my phone. Across the street was an elderly man walking with his Chihuahua. I pictured my Chihuahua George, who had to be put down two months before. This little dog looked identical to George. Bentley pulled me across the street and up to the man and his dog. He wagged his curly tail like he was greeting his old friend. The man looked at me harshly, picked up his dog and walked away. Bentley wouldn’t move when I called his name and tugged on his leash. He stubbornly sat on the ground and watched them walk away.