Ruby's Story: A Recount Of The Past

A dog finds a very good home with... a child!

Ruby was sad. She wouldn’t get adopted. Well that and other things. The dogs next to her cage were just creeps. One a violent pit bull, ready to be given the shot, the other a sweet, down to earth, golden retriever. Then there were the others around her, a yapping Yorkie, a staring Rottweiler, and two small Papillons. Most of them barking crazily whenever a person walked through the door.  

                Then, one day, an excited worker named Lily, came to my cage and said, “Ruby, oh you good girl! Ready for the fair?” I only wagged my short, noisy tail excitedly thinking, “Fair? Are you kidding? Will someone adopt me?” That’s every dog’s wish: to be adopted.

                Well the fair was boring for the most part. I had to wear a white cone around my head and neck because I kept licking this huge red spot that kept on hurting. What’d you expect? A person who knows how to control one’s own curiosity? Sorry, but one, I’m not a person. I’m a dog. An Australian Shepherd, to be specific. Two, I’ve never had this sort of thing happen to me before.  Besides, it tasted like blood, I didn’t know why it did, but it did.

                Anyway, I was just sitting there letting millions of people to look at me. None of them actually could pay for me. That is until this white woman, around the age of 45, with wavy dark brown hair. It wasn’t black, but close. You know how navy blue can sometimes fool you? Well that’s what her hair was like. Anyways, she had on makeup, dang, did it smell. She also had on this pungent smell on her, like that plant that keeps mosquitoes away. Dang, did that perfume stink! 

Author's Note

Not finished yet. Still in progress.