The Misfortunate Life of an Abandoned Dog
A/N:For those of you who know me and are thinking WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAZY LADY WRITING? I'm taking a short break from Robin Hood and turning to an everyday problem. I don't know where this will lead but get out some tissues, just in case!
Slightly based on A Dog's Life by Ann M. Martin.
Smells. I smell lots of smells. Then I feel like I'm flying. Just for a moment. Then mother and sister and I are still. The growl from the car speeds off. I'm scared. Mother licks me and tells me it's okay. But the worry in her voice told me otherwise. I was scared. I wanted my mother not to sound worried. Then there was light. I closed my eyes, because it was scary. We hadn't been out of the box for what seemed like hours! Then I felt mother pick sister and me up, and she runs. All I see is blur as she goes whoosh by everything. I don't want to know what happened that day, but I don't think I ever will.
The next thing I feel is mother dropping us on something soft. Then she says, "Don't worry. I'm going to find the people." And then she was gone.
I have not seen her since.
Sister and I lay there, too afraid to get up. Never before had I felt afraid. Little did I know the effect that word would have on my life. We lay there for hours. The hours merged into nighttime. Never before had I spent nighttime outside. Sister whimpers and huddles closer to me for warmth. How could my mother leave us. How could the people leave us?
At last, morning came. I whimpered for mother, but she never came. Instead comes a person. It was not a big person like the ones that I'd seen before. It was a little person with a high-pitched voice. The person said a word I knew. "Mother, Mother!"
I looked all around for her but she wasn't there. Instead came another big person like the ones I had seen before. "Oh!" she said. "I'll call the pound."
"But mommy I want to keep them!" said the little person I later knew as a child. It was a she-child.
"No, honey, they might have rabies. Don't touch them."
The next thing we knew, we were picked up, and put into another box. This box was different. It had bars. I later learned its name too. Cage. I would grow to hate Cage soon enough.
To be continued…