The family entered the car park of the animal shleter on the outskirts of Bingham, their hometown. The father, Sam, was a thin man of average height. He worked in an office, but wanted to spend more time at hime with his family, so he decided to set up his own home business one month ago. The mother, Katie, a petite, but quite plump woman, was talking to her children in the back. She loved her family more than anything in the world, and felt that there was room for one more: More specifically, a dog. In the back seat, their two children, eight year old Jack and six year old Sophie, were both well behaved and happy children, who wanted to have a dog to play with.
They got out of the car, and walked into the shelter.
"Hello," said Katie, who was holding the door open for her kids as they walked in, "we're looking to adopt a pet dog."
"That's fine," replied the slightly bored looking assistant, who looked up from the paperwork on her desk. "Follow me," and she held open the door behind her desk, to the animal cages, and lead them through. She gestured to the cage closest to the door, and Jack and Sophie peered through the glass hatch into the cage.
Inside the cage, was a tired looking white Labrador, called Ben, according to the sign on the cage. His fur was short, and looked slightly dirty, but he looked at incredibly peaceful as he lay curled in the corner. Suddenly, the ears perked up, and his eyes opened, and the dog stood up, reveling something about himself.
He was deplorably scrawny and thin. His stomach and waist curved up sharply behind his exposed ribs There was not an ounce of fat on him. Ben then walked up to the glass window, peering out at the two human children before him. 'Please take me with you,' he implored the two children, but all they could here was a low whine. It still did the job.
"Aww," they said together, and looked up to their Mum. "Can we get Ben please Mummy," asked Sophie.
"We'll see sweetie," she replied, and turned to the assistant. "Can we please have a better look at this dog?" she asked her, and the assistant opened the hatch, letting th Labrador out. He jumped out of the cage onto the floor with a small clatter, as his paws hit the tiles.
"I'll leave you alone for a while," said the assistant, who went back into the office. Ben sat on his skinny haunches, tail wagging, looking expectantly at the family. Sam ran a hand down Ben's side, and the dog instantly relaxed, nuzzling up against the mans leg. The two children started to stroke at his sides.
"He's really skinny Mummy," remarked Jack.
"I know, but we can sort that out," replied Katie, who bent down to cup the Lab's muzzle. "You're such a sweet little boy, aren't you?" she said in a baby-voice to the dog, and Ben replied by giving her cheek a small lick.
"I think I know who we're taking, don't you kids?" said Sam, and his children nodded. "Miss!" he called out to the assistant.
About ten minutes later, Ben was theirs! They were riding back to the family's house in the car, and Ben was remarkably calm, as he lay sprawled accross the two children in the back seat, who were petting him half to death. As Ben lay there, he was thinking of how good his new life was going to be.
They pulled into the drive of their house. It was a normal sized, 3 bedroom yellow-brick house, with a large garden. They walked into the house, and removed their shoes, still stroking their new dog. Ben was looking around at his new home. There was carpet, which eased the strain on his tired paws, used to harsh concrete. And heating, meaning he would no longer be shivering as the nights colsed in. There was plush furniture and the entire house looked incredibly homely. It was luxurious, it was comfortable, and Ben loved it already.
"Come on Ben," said Katie, walking into a room off of the hallway, the Kitchen. There, she put down a rather large amount of food for him in a shiny, silver bowl. Ben padded towards it over the linoleum floor, gave it a small sniff, and looked up at her, curiously.
"Go on Ben, dig in. We're going to make you healthy again!" and with that, he dug in with gusto into his first proper meal in over a year, as the shelter never had enough food to feed him enough. As he ate, Be could feel his stomach growing fuller and tighter, not used tot his level of filling, but the Labrador cleaned the bowl of it's meaty goodness. After eating his fill, he lay down on his side, allowing his new master to stroke him. He relaxed in the bliss of having his belly eased and massaged, and dozed into a nap, happy for the first time in months.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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