The old man was ready to admit defeat. The pups had run circles around him all night long and he was praying for the return of their parents. At the same time, however, he was dreading it.
He'd talked a big game, but the state of the house was a testament to his failure. Toys were strewn everywhere and the carpet bore several new stains. The boys weren't in bed, but bouncing on the couch like it was a trampoline. They hadn't even eaten dinner because they refused to sit down.
No, he'd done a terrible job as a babysitter.