Dexter jumped to his feet and whistled.
Thor continued to stare at him with his doggie smile.
“Get up or I’m going to carry you.”
Thor seemed unperturbed by the promise, but Dexter wasn’t joking. Crouching beside the dog, he gathered up him beneath the hips and shoulders and put the beast over his shoulders. Thor sighed and dropped his head, at ease with the new position. Dexter grimaced.
“Oh, I see how it is. You wanted me to carry you.”
He should have dropped the dog, but he thought his pet deserved a bit of a break. And he probably didn’t weigh more than twenty pounds. But the problem still remained that Dexter didn’t know where to go. He might have stood at the crossroads and continued to mull, but another snap of thunder sent him hurrying down the road. Staying east was probably the best idea.