Trinity looked at Mr. Colt. "But you can't even get close to getting sick. What would me, hopey and Miss Inez do without you." She ran over to him and hugged his neck setting Hopey down. "Your grounded from getting sick!"
Colt sighed, "Fine, but your almost better." he kissed the top of her head and hugged her and Trinity both keeping them a little aways from each other. "So, MIss Trinity, when do you think MIss Inez will get better?"
Trinity stood up tall and put her hands on her hips. Hopey barked as if backing her up.
"You need to sleep! Lots and lots of sleep will make you better. And you have twenty-two hours, one whole day to get better." She nodded her head firmly. "So off to bed."
Colt doubled over laughing wrapping his arms around his middle trying to control his laughter.
"I'm not sick and it isn't dark though!" Trinity gasped. "Your sick, you have to sleep all day, eat soup then sleep more. Isn't that right, Hopey." The pup barked and jumped on Colt's back barking at his head. Trinity grabbed him and frowned. "Mr. Colt, what's so funny!"
