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A Forever Home
By Mildred Potash, Thomas Hussung Trafford Publishing
Copyright © 2016 Mildred Potash
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ISBN: 978-1-4907-7268-4
CHAPTER 1
The squeaky bone was just out of my reach. I stretched my paw through the pen's bars and reached as far as I could. Just a little further! I thought, reaching as far as I could ... success! I heard the familiar squeak as my paw pushed it against the concrete floor and I pulled it through the bars and scooped it up in my mouth.
It squeaked again and I sighed happily. Nothing is better than the sound of your favorite squeaky bone, well almost nothing. I imagined finding my forever home would be better, but here, at the shelter, nothing was better than my squeaky bone.
I heard another sound and I jumped to my feet and wagged my tail. I had heard that sound a million times – it was the shelter door opening, and any second now I would see shoes. (My other favorite chew toy, even though they don't usually squeak. But if you try to chew them while they're still on someone's feet, the person makes a funny squeaky sound!)
This time I saw two sets of shoes – one belonged to a lady and one belonged to a little boy. I knew why they were here, the same reason everyone came here, they were looking for a pet. And I hoped this time it would be my turn to go with them. I was someone's pet once, but they didn't keep me very long.
And then I came here. I knew that wasn't my forever home, but that didn't make me give up hope. I knew one day my new owner would come in and take one look at me and fall in love. And then I will go home with them and we'll play, and play, and play.
The little boy ran over to my pen and I wagged my tail harder. Then I dropped my bone and nudged it toward him. "Want to play?" I barked at him. His mom heard me and turned around. "What a pretty dog," she said, reaching out to pet me. It felt wonderful!
"Her name is Jasmine," the shelter worker, Janet, said. "She's very lovable. We found her when she was just a puppy. Her family abandoned her."
"Can we keep her, Mom? Huh? Can we?" the little boy asked. His mom smiled at him.
"What kind of dog is she?" She asked, turning to Janet again.
"She's a Patter Dale terrier mixed with Pit Bull," she said.
The woman quit petting me and made a face. She reached down and grabbed her son's hand. "Let's go Billy," she said, pulling him away.
(Continues...)
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