Chapter 47
The sun shone brightly in the sky on Sunday morning. Simmy woke and got out of bed slowly, sarcastically singing, "The old grey mare she ain't what she used to be, she kicked on the wiffletree,..."
Sam heard a snicker and said, "What are you singing?" His forehead scrunched with one eyebrow up and one eyebrow down as he waited for a reply.
"Just poking a little fun at my groaning joints. They enjoy the humour."
"Should we try to catch a service at St. Andrews or see if Riverwood has a new one posted on their website?"
"You don't look too snappy this morning. Check the Riverwood website," Sam said, putting the coffee on to drip.
Sam looked out the window and called, "Hey, there are a couple of dogs loose outside. I'm going to make sure that they aren't scaring the cat."
Simmy grabbed her camera and hurried outside getting a couple of pics before the two dogs ran off, happy to be off-leash.
"They're tagged and better groomed than you and I so they belong to someone," Simmy said.
"Abbey's off-leash park is close by. Maybe their owner was taking them for a walk."
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