Chapter 11

“I think he found Charlie!” Shawn exclaimed, dashing after him, Logan hot on his heels.

They raced into the living room, where Bailey circled the sofa, barking. His tail was wagging as if it was a game and Shawn’s heart fell. There was no way Charlie would win in a dog vs. hamster fight. Hell, the hamster barely moved. Shawn was shocked he ran all the way into the living room. Apparently fear was a motivator for Charlie.

“Do you have a basket? Something we can catch him in?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Let me grab a laundry basket.”

“Great. I’ll try to calm Cujo here.”

“Funny,” Shawn muttered as he headed to the laundry room. He grabbed the white plastic basket and dumped the clean clothes he’d forgotten to fold on top of the dryer. This damn hamster was causing way too much trouble and he wondered how hard it would be to have a cat. Maybe he could convince Clem that a pet rock was the way to go.