There wasn't any help, but a spry little terrier bounced up and put her paws on his legs, barking joyfully. She loved people, and missed all the good people who gave her pettings and things.
Margie's barking woke a couple people, but most were sleeping too deeply. Jean groaned softly, and slid out of her seat. She peered out the window and stifled a laugh. Quickly she hopped out of the bus, scooping the wiggling mass of fur up. "Sorry. She's the worst guard dog ever."