The person set my box down and opened it. I wearily hopped out of it seeing I am in a much bigger crate, with a bed and water, but no food, just the bowl. I am very excited that I have water and I run to drink it. Then I relise the person is in my crate, I growl at her, raising my hackels, trying to act tough to scare her off. She says in a kind voice "it's ok, im not here to hurt you." so I stayed in my position knowing this was the only way I was to get dinner tonight. I then lunged at her, acting like I was going to bite her to show her I'm worthy, but she stayed still. She exited my place and told me she would give me a bit of alone time. I walked over to my bed, curled up, and rested for a bit so I wouldn't be tired later.
When I opened my eyes I smelled something, FOOD!! I ran over and gobbled it up, I guess I showed I was worthy after all!
A bit later a different person came into my crate. Since I got food last time for growling and barking, I would do it again. When she stepped foot in my crate I started growling as loud as I could, but unlike the other lady, she hit me, I knew she was challenging me and wanted to see my full power so I lunged at her and bit her. She kicked me, hard, I let out a small yelp in pain as I prepared for another kick, but the lady just ran out of my cage screaming that I needed to be "put down" whatever that means. I hope she thinks that I did a good job.
I must have fallen asleep because it's now sunrise again. I hope I am ready for my first day of real training at this place. I got up and stretched to relise there was more food!! I ran to go get some, I must have done another good job if they were to feed me again! I walk over to my bed and realise I see someone coming, I know they are coming to collect me for training and I am slightly nervous. As I sit patiently they look at me, say some words along the lines of "aww that one is cute." but then they read a paper on my cage and said "nevermind, that one is aggressive, that's surprising for a golden retriever "
then they walked past my cage.
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I'm Sorry Rocky
General FictionThis book is in Rocky's POV When Rocky was just a few months old he was sent to the pound for being aggressive to his previous owners. One day an 13 year old girl walked into the pound and decided she wanted to help the puppy, her parents weren't t...
