Today we bring a cute story from sillycows about a pet they recently adopted from the pound, thank you for the submission! You can check it out by clicking "Read More" below!
I was used to the feeling.
New home, people, and pets. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. I wasn't exactly a nice pet, I was rude, stubborn, and (as some described me) a bully to other pets. I'm not denying it, I am a rude pet, but I've never bullied any pet.
People adopt me, think I'm adorable, find out I'm horrible, then return me to the pound. The process repeats, and I realize every time that I'll never find a home. My name has changed so many times, I don't even know what it originally was. Was it Turbo? No, that was last month. Ah, Tangerine! No, last year.
I look at my new owner with tired eyes. They look different, long, wavy auburn hair, lots of freckles, and watery blue eyes. There are other pets in the room, several babies, and only one other pet that seemed about my age. She carried my carrier over to some new section, with several beds, dishes, and toys. I realized that I was the only adult there.
"Alright, Maple, I want your new sister." The lady speaks with such confidence, but I can tell that there is a good amount a fear in her high-pitched voice. The red, black, and orange demon-looking dog raises her tiny head. She yawns, trotting over to me. I growl, but the lady shushes me. "This is Lilac, but her new name is Pandora. Pandora, this is Maple, your new younger sister. Be a good role model for her, her sister is too young to join her, so she's a bit lonely. Maple, Pandora, why don't you play with each other?"
The lady opens my carrier, and I carefully walk out. Maple realizes I'm a lot older than she is, and I can see the fear on her face. I'm a big dog, some people mistake me for a wolf, and I use my strength whenever I can, whether to intimidate, threaten, or attack. The lady leaves the room, heading into the kitchen, and Mpale silently whimpers.
"I-i'm Maple. My sister, Zora, is o-over there. Annie says that she's too young to play yet." Her voice has some sort of accent, I think it's southern. "What do you want to play, Pandora?"
Maple's eyes are filled with innocence, and her chubby face and paws show that's she's obviously not that old, probably was just a baby a few days ago.
"I don't really care." Why am I acting so nice? I shouldn't try to make friends, they'll give me up in two days.
Maple's eyes light up. "How about 'Toy Tag'? I take a toy, and you have to chase me down and grab it from me! It's way more fun outside!"
I smile, nodding. She grabs a toy and trots outside, through a tiny doggy door. I struggle to crawl through it, obviously "Anne" didn't expect her pets to get too big.
First Maple chases me down, the slow little thing couldn't catch up. But when I let her grab the toy from me, she realizes how strong and fast I am. But her tiny size gives her an advantage, and she darts in between my legs, determined to win.
After so long, she collapses, exhausted. I smile, picking her up by her scruff and carrying her back to her bed.
Maybe I'll stay here a bit longer.
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