I anxiously got out of my car and proceed down the cobble stone path that leads to the front door. The door seemed much smaller than I remember. Almost immediately after pushing the little round door bell, my grandma was there to greet me with a smile of excitement, a big bear hug, and a loving kiss on the cheek.
Walking into the hallway, my mouth watered as I enlightened my nose with the scent of good ole' grams home cooking. She was playing some 50's jazz music on her antique phonograph like always.
I asked how Pepper , my grandmas pet Dalmatian, was doing.
Grandma told me that she was out in the back yard and suggested I visit her. She slowly turned and made her way to the back sliding door. Following her to the back sliding door, I noticed that all the same colorful paintings and family photographs still hang on the walls.
Pepper was at the edge of the wooden deck rolled up in a ball, her head resting between her two paws. I cautiously stepped out of the door wall, careful not to trip on the strip for the door tracking, and on to the deck. Pepper eyes opened and she slowly looked up at me. Click. Click. Click. My dress shoes echoed underneath the wood deck as I walk over to the elderly looking dog. Reaching out to scratch be hide her ear, she licks my hand to say hello. Her tongue felt like sandpaper against my arm as I petted her soft fur.
Strolling down the stairs and off the deck I being to journey around the acres of property in the back. The sky was gray, and set a