Arthur POV
"Bloody hell," I swore as I ran out into the rain without an umbrella. Growing up in England you'd think I'd be better prepared for this situation. I ran down the streets of Dallas with my head hung low. I was running past an old abandoned building when I noticed a card board box sitting in front of the rusty iron gate.
I was about to keep going when I heard a pitiful whine come from inside. I walked over and peeked inside the box and gasped at the little puppy inside. It was absolutely soaked showing how it's matted fur clung to it's emaciated figure. Thunder boomed and the little puppy yelped before it's blue eyes landed on me. It wagged it's tail and ran to the edge of the box.
The soaking wet cardboard gave way and the little ball of fur came tumbling out, landing in a mud puddle. I couldn't leave the poor thing like this. I gently knelt down and picked up the little puppy. It looked like it was part retreiver with it's long soft fur. I heald the little bundle close to my chest and ran home.
Puppy POV
I could smell rain in the air and whimpered as memory's of the night my mother and my littermates were taken away in a big white thing. It ran away with them and left me alone. I was so hungry! I thought that human was going to help me, maybe even take care of me not dump me on the side of the road in a box. The rain started and I shivered and whimpered hoping somebody would come help me.
That's when the thunder started and I whined even louder. Suddenly there was a human there. He had short yellow hair and bright green eyes. He looked at me and I could tell he was a good person. I wagged my tail and ran to the side of the box. It suddenly gave out and I tumbled out into a puddle of mud. I lost my bearings for a moment but managed to notice the warm hands pick me up.
I closed my eyes and curled closer to the source of warmth and for the first time since I was separated from mother I had hope that everything would be okay.
Arthur POV
I was worried sick. The puppy had fallen asleep on the way back to my house and refused to stir. I laid it in a nest of warm towels and got a wash cloth out. I grabbed a bowl of warm water and a plate of cut up chicken from my dinner last night (which I didn't cook). I went over to where the pup lay by the fire and shoved a piece of chicken under his nose.
Almost immediately his blue eyes snapped open and he snatched up the piece of food. He pounced on the food and devoured it in a few starving bites. I smiled and scratched his ears (I saw it was male when I wrapped it up in the towels). He looked up at me and wagged his tail and nudged the plate closer. I laughed and rubbed his head.
"Sorry little one. All I've got are some apples." But when I thought about it my sister's dog had eaten apples, oranges, carrots, anything really. I sighed and went to the kitchen and returned with six apple slices.
After the puppy had been fed I showed him the wash cloth and dipped it in the warm water. He seemed reluctant but let me wash the mud off of him. I quickly dried him off and set him back in the nest of old towels. I picked up the piles of towels and walked into the laundry room. I set the little bundle down by the air vent so he could get warm air and then put the baby gate in place (I had a baby gate for when my sister brought my niece over for a visit).
"Good night poppet. I'll see you in the morning."
