Gilbert was as most people call, a night owl. Staying up all-night and sleeping in the day. He had his reasons, one because he was DJ.
He was going from work tonight, after working from a club. And it so happen to be raining as well. His luck has never been the greatest. That was till he heard whimper.
His head turned to the source of the sound, to look down ally. Trash cans, garbage, cardboard box with an eight-month-old dog hiding in one. The puppy was soaked to the bone.
He was half temped to just walk away. But remembered when he brought home strays, and his father told him to take the animal to the pound.
"Sheiße, i must losing my mind." He mumbled to himself.
"Damn it hold still, ya mutt." Gilbert told the puppy as he tried to dry it off.
Once that was done the puppy was fuzzy. He sat the dog in front of him on floor. The animal sat there staring him, then tilted its head to the side like it was confused.
"Don't act cute, it's not going to work. In the afternoon I'm taking you the shelter." He told the animal.
All he got in response was, the puppy laying down and looking up at him.
Now that he dog was dry, you could see it's colouring clearly.
Most of the puppy was white, but it had wheat colour spots. Floppy ears, some what long fur and lilac eyes.
"I need a beer." Gilbert said to himself.
OMG thier getting shorter~! T.T i'll make the next chapter much longer