Chapter 9

(Liam)

Blue eyes brown hair

He avoids water in general unless the water is heated like a shower or hot tub or if it is a hot day he might put his feet in the water. He will protect the ones he cares about and puts his trust in the ones who are not harsh to others and also in his friends, but he is hard to take back as a friend if you break his trust in you.

Houndhour-tate

Boy

Age: 16

A houndour appeared in a persons back yard and looking around he started running towards the brown fence and easily jumped over the seven foot fence, landing gracefully on his front paws and continuing forwards at a fast pace.

With his sharp hearing he heard a car coming from the right and looking over his shoulder he saw a van that said dog catcher on it and ran faster seeing the humans grab a metal pole with a wire in a loop poke it out towards me trying to get it over my neck.

The kept trying but I soon got it in my jaws and even though it was metal it was thin so I easily snapped it because it wasn't reinforced well bud I heard one of the guys say.

"Ready the darts this one's going to be tough."

I heard a clicking and then a loud pop, I tried avoiding it but I felt a sharp sting in my side , surprised from the pain I tripped and rolled a few times until I finally stopped but the world was fading quickly and soon I was asleep.


I woke up getting ready for the trip to the pound were I would get my dog to take home and play games with it. Going into the kitchen which had brown cabinets and black counter tops I saw my parents ready to get going, later after eating we headed out to the truck with a top connected to it so we could sit in the back since we didn't have much room in the back seat.

I got out of the car once we reached the pound so we could pick my dog, going inside the person at the front desk led us to the back were loud barking,scratching and whining.

Going past the cages of toy dogs, working dogs and others I walked past one cage but immediately turned back, looking in I saw a black dog that looked like a Rottweiler with bone like bands on his ankles, back and a skull on his forehead staring angrily out of the cage.

"A houndour." I whispered. His ears perked up from the name, he turned his head to look at me our eyes connecting with a spark.

"I want that one." I said. At first the desk lady disagreed saying he was unfit for adoption but to prove her wrong houndour came up to the gate as stuck his snout through the bars and licked my hand while shooting a 'I proved you wrong' look while my parents went to sign the papers to adopt him they asked what name I would give him and I said.

"I'll call him Tate." With him barking in approval of the name as a blue leash and collar was put on him. We drove home with him and later at home I taught him about our world and played as many games and talking with him as much as I could.


Back at the adoption center two black suited men left after finding out the odd dog that came in today was already gone with a family. They left waiting for their next assignment for the upcoming days and weeks to come.


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