A Dog's Purpose Is Strange Magic Chapter 4
That night when Uncle Vernon came home from a long day at the office he did something completely out of character Bailey couldn't recall him ever doing as long as she knew the Dursley's. Uncle Vernon moved their accommodations from the cramped cupboard under the stairs to Dudley's second bedroom on the top floor.
Now this space was used to house all of Dudley's numerous toys that couldn't fit in his bedroom already fit to bursting. Practically everything in there was broken, but the spoiled brat refused to throw anything away using the excuse that he still needed all of it. Obviously Dudley didn't want anyone else to have his possessions.
When Harry asked why this was happening Uncle Vernon used an excuse saying that he was too big for it especially when combined with the dogs added size. Bailey is a dog, but even she knew better. Uncle Vernon was doing this hoping whoever wrote the letter would stop if he simply placed them in a different area of the house. Bailey's suspicion didn't wane, but she did have to admit the bed and the ample space was a lot more comfortable.
But Uncle Vernon's efforts to shake off the senders of the letter proved to be utterly futile. No matter what he did it didn't stop the onslaught of letters that came bombarding them day after day. To the contrary it just seemed to make whoever was sending them more determined for the letters to get through. Uncle Vernon even went as far as to prevent Bailey from getting the post in the mornings anymore in fear of her taking them directly to Harry instead of him. He eventually board up the mail slot to prevent them from getting into the house as a result of twelve arriving in one day. Instead they just found more peculiar ways the letters got to in. On Saturday a very baffled milkman handed Aunt Petunia twenty-four letters that were rolled up and hidden inside two dozen eggs. Then when Sunday came around Uncle Vernon assumed he had them beat since no post came on Sundays. He was wrong.
Dozens of letters flew inside from the chimney while the Dursley's were relaxing in the living room. The Dursley's ducked for cover to avoid getting hit in the face while Harry and Bailey were trying to catch them. Barking Bailey kept jumping to grab one in their teeth, but they kept smacking her in the nose.
That was the last straw for Uncle Vernon. He immediately packed them up in less them fifteen minutes and drove off hoping to shake off their pursuers. They stopped for the night at a gloomy hotel on the outskirts of London. The group almost had to leave when the proprietor pointed that there were no dogs allowed in the place. Harry had to explain that Bailey is a service dog and could go anywhere because of the circumstances. So the manager reluctantly agreed and they were permitted to stay. In the morning the hotel owner came to them saying she had a hundred letters addressed to a Mr. H. Potter at the front desk. Uncle Vernon got them out of there so quick neither Harry nor Bailey could get one.
As a last resort Uncle Vernon found a broken down old house situated on a rock off the cost. The night he took them there a huge storm rained down on them. Bailey had to shake her fur out more than once just to dry off without a heater or fire. Harry helped using a ratty blanket Aunt Petunia had found in the second of two rooms in the place. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had the second room, Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa, leaving Harry and Bailey on the floor in front of the dying embers of the fireplace.
Harry and Bailey couldn't sleep and it wasn't merely from the typhoon happening right outside their door. By the time midnight struck it would be his birthday. It's going to be the anniversary of when she and Harry first met and he would officially be eleven years of age. For the occasion Harry drew a birthday cake on the dirty floor with eleven candles and Happy Birthday Harry written on it. Bailey laid there with her head on his back adding warmth to him.
Beeping came from Dudley's wristwatch signaling midnight. It was his birthday.
"Make a wish, Harry," said Harry, solemn. He then blew at the cake dirt flying away from it as if they were real candles.
For his birthday Harry wished for someone to take him and Bailey far away from the Dursley's. To a place where they could be happy, but like that was ever going to come true.
BOOM!
Authors Note:
I think you all can guess whose on the other side of the door. HA! HA!
Oh things are going to get really good now.
Also, for the record, service dogs are allowed to go practically everywhere. It is illegal to bare them entrance into any establishment. It is the people with fake service dogs you need to watch out for. There is a significant difference in the dogs. A certified service dog you can always tell is calm and well trained while a fake is wild and doesn't listen to anybody.
Anybody who even pretends their dog is a service animal should be ashamed. They are making things far more difficult than they have to be for legitimate service dogs and giving them a bad name.
Oh, it really gets me mad when people do that. It's like they don't have any sort of consideration for people who actually do need those companions of theirs in order to survive. Those people use so many kinds of ridiculous made up excuses that it should be a crime for frauds to even pretend they need or have one. It's definitely a problem these days.