Saturday was a special day for Joey.
Saturday
was
a
special
day
for
Joey
.
He was hurrying around the house, getting everything ready for his lunch date with Myra.
He
was
hurrying
around
the
house
,
getting
everything
ready
for
his
lunch
date
with
Myra
.
He loved Myra, his best friend.
He
loved
Myra
,
his
best
friend
.
Joey was twelve, but he wasn't sure how old Myra was.
Joey
was
twelve
,
but
he
was
n't
sure
how
old
Myra
was
.
He only knew she had been around most of his life, just about as long as he could remember.
He
only
knew
she
had
been
around
most
of
his
life
,
just
about
as
long
as
he
could
remember
.
Myra was perfect.
Myra
was
perfect
.
She always played the games Joey wanted to play and she never complained.
She
always
played
the
games
Joey
wanted
to
play
and
she
never
complained
.
While Joey did his homework, Myra was right by his side, giving her approval.
While
Joey
did
his
homework
,
Myra
was
right
by
his
side
,
giving
her
approval
.
Every afternoon, Myra would often wait for Joey when he got off the school bus and then chase him inside.
Every
afternoon
,
Myra
would
often
wait
for
Joey
when
he
got
off
the
school
bus
and
then
chase
him
inside
.
When Joey was sick, Myra would always be right by his side comforting him.
When
Joey
was
sick
,
Myra
would
always
be
right
by
his
side
comforting
him
.
Sometimes they would take walks in the park.
Sometimes
they
would
take
walks
in
the
park
.
Most people in the park would stop to say hi to Myra and Joey always swelled with pride.
Most
people
in
the
park
would
stop
to
say
hi
to
Myra
and
Joey
always
swelled
with
pride
.
Joey never had a friend in the world that was so special.
Joey
never
had
a
friend
in
the
world
that
was
so
special
.
He had to hurry.
He
had
to
hurry
.
Myra would be there soon.
Myra
would
be
there
soon
.
Joey raced back through the house and to the hall closet to get the tablecloth that his mother set aside for his special lunch dates with Myra.
Joey
raced
back
through
the
house
and
to
the
hall
closet
to
get
the
tablecloth
that
his
mother
set
aside
for
his
special
lunch
dates
with
Myra
.
He took the tablecloth and spread it over the picnic table in the backyard.
He
took
the
tablecloth
and
spread
it
over
the
picnic
table
in
the
backyard
.
With the plates laid out, Joey had almost everything ready.
With
the
plates
laid
out
,
Joey
had
almost
everything
ready
.
He dashed in the house to get the sausage sandwiches.
He
dashed
in
the
house
to
get
the
sausage
sandwiches
.
That was Myra's favorite lunch.
That
was
Myra
's
favorite
lunch
.
For one last time Joey surveyed the picnic table.
For
one
last
time
Joey
surveyed
the
picnic
table
.
A napkin!
A
napkin
!
I need a napkin, thought Joey.
I
need
a
napkin
,
thought
Joey
.
Myra usually made a mess and needed a napkin to wipe her month.
Myra
usually
made
a
mess
and
needed
a
napkin
to
wipe
her
month
.
He ran back inside to get the napkin.
He
ran
back
inside
to
get
the
napkin
.
A quick dash back outside.
A
quick
dash
back
outside
.
Just as Joey was placing the napkin on the table, he heard a familiar sound.
Just
as
Joey
was
placing
the
napkin
on
the
table
,
he
heard
a
familiar
sound
.
Everything seemed to be right and in place, Joey turned around just to see Myra running through the yard.
Everything
seemed
to
be
right
and
in
place
,
Joey
turned
around
just
to
see
Myra
running
through
the
yard
.
Joey smiled and pulled out Myra's chair.
Joey
smiled
and
pulled
out
Myra
's
chair
.
"I got your favorite food, girl."
``
I
got
your
favorite
food
,
girl
.
''
said Joey.
said
Joey
.
Myra, Joey's wide eyed English bulldog, hopped in her chair.
Myra
,
Joey
's
wide
eyed
English
bulldog
,
hopped
in
her
chair
.
Joey loved Myra.
Joey
loved
Myra
.
Saturday was a special day for Joey. He was hurrying around the house, getting everything ready for his lunch date with Myra. He loved Myra, his best friend. Joey was twelve, but he wasn't sure how old Myra was. He only knew she had been around most of his life, just about as long as he could remember. Myra was perfect. She always played the games Joey wanted to play and she never complained. While Joey did his homework, Myra was right by his side, giving her approval. Every afternoon, Myra would often wait for Joey when he got off the school bus and then chase him inside. When Joey was sick, Myra would always be right by his side comforting him. Sometimes they would take walks in the park. Most people in the park would stop to say hi to Myra and Joey always swelled with pride. Joey never had a friend in the world that was so special.  He had to hurry. Myra would be there soon. Joey raced back through the house and to the hall closet to get the tablecloth that his mother set aside for his special lunch dates with Myra. He took the tablecloth and spread it over the picnic table in the backyard. With the plates laid out, Joey had almost everything ready. He dashed in the house to get the sausage sandwiches. That was Myra's favorite lunch.  For one last time Joey surveyed the picnic table. A napkin! I need a napkin, thought Joey. Myra usually made a mess and needed a napkin to wipe her month. He ran back inside to get the napkin. A quick dash back outside. Just as Joey was placing the napkin on the table, he heard a familiar sound. Everything seemed to be right and in place, Joey turned around just to see Myra running through the yard. Joey smiled and pulled out Myra's chair.  "I got your favorite food, girl." said Joey.  Myra, Joey's wide eyed English bulldog, hopped in her chair. Joey loved Myra.