Its Early in the morning, and the pound is close to opening. People have crowded the entrance, leaving barely enough room to breath. Everyone is eagerly counting the moments before its opens.
"5...4...3...2..." I count slowly.
People rush into the pound, getting their hands on anything and everything they can. Before I know it, Half the rares are gone. I walk around, taking a close look at all the pets. By now, everyone In the pound is already adopting their pets.
I am about to leave empty- handed when I hear a whimpering and a slight bark. I turn around and follow the noise to a small rose pattern dog. "Awww..." I said. The dog looked at me, its tail wagging. I open the cage door and pick the dog up, Its tail still Swishing. Carrying it like a kitten, I bring to the adoption line. "I'd like this one." I said with pride.
"Ok, her name is Toad. She is yours now. NEXT PLEASE!!!" The store lady yelled.
As we went home, I though of the dogs name. Toad was a horrible name for such a dog! I looked at the dog as she kept a steady pace with me during the walk home. "Hmmm... I will name you... Rosetta."
We went home that evening and watched the sunset together.
Monotaire wrote this pound story!