short story in progress

Sandy woke up Saturday morning . Feeling refresh until she remember that her breast surgeon was going to call her at ten with the results of her biopsies. Somehow walking her Jack Russell terrier mix just didn’t seem like an activity she wanted to undertake. Until the naughty little dog jump up on the Queen size bed and lick her face with the small pick tonque. A leather leash laying next to the rambumcious terriers dainty yet sturdy paws.

“Jane girl, off.” Sandy had Jane for one month, she was two years old. Sandy rescued her in Monterey, California .
Sandy notice just how curious the little dog was. Into everything. Sandy had tried to find the owners, but no leads in a months.