Puppy Love
Chapter 1
The Pound.

Enjoy this short sweet story. The title should give out a lot. I love to mess with Points of Views in stories (obvious if you've read my other story) this is a single POV but unique. Been done before, I know but I like this story. Especially since it was written during Math. Characters might be OOC, though. Enjoy and Review!

I had been caught. It had been raining and my mother was trying to shelter us from the rain. My brothers and sisters were huddled under a cardboard box, still very wet. My mother struggled to drag another box over to them. I saw a much lighter one farther away. I scampered into the rain. My mother saw me and yelled at me to stop. I continued, ignoring her warning. I reach the box and began to drag it, but I had no strength since I was still a pup. I fell backward and into a puddle. I couldn't pull it so I decided to push it. I went around the box, almost falling into the street. I pushed with my head. It was working, slowly it moved. I lifted my head and felt happy. My mother was pulling the cardboard also. Then suddenly, a shadow fell over us. My mother told me to run, but I didn't. I couldn't. I stayed frozen, something grabbed my fur, it hurt. I began to yelp. My mother growled at my captor but she could do nothing to save me.

That's how I had gotten here. My mother used to tell me stories of this place. Of that man, but I never believed her. I though she had made it up to scare us. But the stories are true. They were always true. I should have listened. Now I'm locked in a cold cage with a cold floor all thanks to my ignorance. I would have preferred the rain outside. I miss my mother; I miss my brothers and sisters. Why did this happen to me? I curled up on the cold floor and closed my eyes. I was locked in this place called "The Pound."

I woke up. Was it night or day? I couldn't tell. It didn't appear like light ever shone in this place. I had been here several days and its always the same routine. I awake, a man comes to fill my food bowl and water bowl. I have made several friends, most of them have now left. Taken by children to happy homes. Children come and children go, but I remain here. I try to appear cute and adorable but I know I'm probably covered in dry mud, but I want to leave and the only way to do that is to get picked. But who would want a dirty ugly pup?

The door creaked open. The man came in, he brought with him another man, with the same cold face. He had short uncombed brown hair. His eyes weren't cold, or uncaring just confused. I ran up to the front of my cage, jumping on it looking up at him. Pick me! Pick me! I wanted to scream at him, but he wouldn't understand me at all. The two men talked for a while, both of them looking around. I sat down, I was defeated. He would never choose me. I heard a metal clicking sound, the confused man had picked and now the dark man was opening the cage to let the chosen one out. I really didn't care anymore. A hand grabbed my fur, hurting me. I yipped and howled. The hand lifted me up and gave me to the confused man. He held me tenderly.

I was picked. I was chosen. Excited, I jumped up and tried to lick the man's face. His face drew away from me. I guess he doesn't want to be licked in the face. I laid down again on his warm hand. It was closer, so I licked that instead. His hands disappeared from under me. But just as sudently as they left, they reappeared again. This doesn't appreciate being licked. But it didn't matter. I was chosen. I was finally leaving "The Pound."