“Honey I'm
home!”
Winnie the Pooh* #quote
Timmy fell down the well! But I was the one that put mattresses
there so no one would get hurt. Yay me!
The Little Puppy
A tiny, itsy, bitsy thing the puppy was. The runt of the litter in a
bundle of chihuahuas. Her fur's colors showed to be quite the
concoction of colors. Like an abstract artist got to paint it.
Blotches of black, brown and gray chaotically weaved through the body
on a majority of white, like a canvas.
Unknown to her little puppy brain, today was an important day. Today
she was being adopted. She would be moving from her first family of
the pet store, to her new family. She would be learning the concept
of love with whoever would be picking her up. Or the concept of
abuse.
But the hands that picked her up out of her cage for adoption, a
young, yet responsible girl and her family, were gentle hands. Would
the next puppy be picked up by a different pair of hands? Into a far
worse home. Only time will tell.
But Belle, as they named her, would live a long happy life.
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