Introducing Lauren By Cara

As I walked into the room the first thing I saw was a set of miniature candles. The room was small and had a small table set to one side and on it was a walking stick and some old black and white photos. Scattered everywhere was dog’s chew toys. Reluctantly I stepped over a chew bone, and found myself face to face with an old woman. I jumped.
“What are you doing here?” The little old woman asked politely and croakily because she had a cold. “May I be of assistance?” she continued.
The woman wore pearls, pink and white, around her neck. She was wearing a bright pink woolly jumper and a huge black skirt that was way to big for the woman’s little body. I smiled. The woman looked just like who he had been looking for, with her dark, auburn eyes, wrinkled face and pure white short curly hair.
”A... are you Mrs Bull, the dog lover, and you would own 248 dogs, encluding 98 terriers, if I am correct?” I stammered. The old lady took a cough drop.
She smiled. “Yes I am, first name Lauren, but why? Why do you ask?” She now sounded young and fresh.
“Um, because I’ve lost my dog and, I was hoping that you could help me?” I said doubtfully. She laughed.
“Of course. I’ve seen your posters all over town. All I need is his chew toy, and my two Bloodhounds will find that poor little dog. He was a West Highland Terrier named Gordon, right?” The little woman asked.
“Right.” I answered.
“I will tell you where you can find him easy. But getting him back will be something different.”