Mazie kept on going, “Ok!” she called out. She was near the spot where she had heard Rascal, “Hey little bro. Where are you?” There was a little bit of scratching, as the pup tried to make his way over to his sister. “Right here Mazie,” he said, a whimper laced in his words. Mazie then said, “Don't move,” she was sniffing the ground, until her nose bumped into the soft fur of Rascal. “I've found him!” she called out.





