I cradled the small pup in my arms with soft, green eyes. She looked up at me with pathetic gaze, and my heart melted. I had found her in the torrents of rain, shivering upon the sidewalk. The pup was dirty and bedraggled. I couldn't even see her coat! I started towards the pound, knowing that I would be unable to take in more pets. Yet, she was so frail, so perfectly insecure. Those simply gorgeous, pleading eyes. H-How could I leave her? I stopped short, glued to my place. The pup's ears perked up, and it whined quietly. I closed my eyes, unable to resist.
"Don't worry...I-I'll get you warm." I murmured.
She seemed to understand, looking eager. I zipped her into my jacket, feeling her wet fur slowly soak my skin. I passed the pound briskly, never looking over my shoulder. The pup pushed her head through the opening, glancing about.
I could hear the distant barks by now, all coming from my house. I owned twenty dogs, thirty horses, and four cats. Did I have a zoo? I guess you could say that. I flung open the wooden door, now shivering myself. I kicked my muddy shoes across the room and hurried up the stairs, dripping all the way. I stripped off my jacket and wrapped the dirty puppy in a towel. I carried her to the bathroom, turning the knob on the bathtub to warm. I allowed it to fill up for five minutes before cutting it off.
"It's alright, beautiful." I cooed.
I lowered her into tub, carefully allowing her to dip her paws into the water, and not immerse her in it. Finally, I lowered her completely in. The water level was just low enough that the puppy could keep her feet upon the floor. I snatched the dog shampoo I had bought offhandedly the other day. It has a lavishing strawberry smell. I rubbed it into her fur, and she seemed to enjoy the calm, warm waters and the gentle rubbing. I began to rinse her off, watching the mud spring into the water and her coat appear. I dropped the shampoo bottle and the sprayer.
"Oh my..." I gasped. The pup was an amazing red color with a green tail tip, ears, and paws. She reminded me of something certain. A...a strawberry! "You are adorable..." I muttered, surprised but excited. She was so different, so vibrant.
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I went out walking with the pup the other day. I have decided to keep her, and have been thinking of names. She needs something cute, but something that matches her appearance and personality. I dressed her in a red bow today, and gave her a golden locket that I shall enter her information in. I bought it specially. I have tried to keep her clean and beautiful, but it's hard to do so with a puppy. They love to play!
"Hey!" An angry old man came stomping across the road. "That's my dog!" He snarled.
"You must be mistaken!" I objected.
"Step away." The man glowered at me. He snatched up the puppy, snapping her new, neon-green leash. The man proceeded to rip off her new locket, causing the pup to yelp in pain. She shied away, a look of fear crossing her eyes.
"Get away from her!" I shot back, unable to handle if she was in pain. I tugged her from his arms, snuggling her close. The man grumbled, looking a bit threatening.
"Whatever. She'll only cause trouble." With that, he left.
I plucked up her broken leash and locket, glaring at him.
"You wouldn't do that, would you? You're perfect." I murmured, taking her back home quickly. She seemed to smile, looking ever-youthful and cuddly.
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It did take a while to break some habits, but this pup was perfect; nothing like that man's statement. I named her Citrus, which I felt was simply perfect. She has always been my perfect gal - never does seem to grow up!
CS user Arrows wrote this piece of fanfiction about her dream pet: the Strawberry PPS dog!