Brody

Chapter eight: Saying goodbye and my new...home.

So in the last chapter I was a bit distressed. And I still am. Nick has put me on the floor of the Paris adoption center and I am walking around in circles in my portable pet bed and freaking out!!! I think by now you know what's going on. I'm being put up for ADOPTION! Nooooooooo. Nick is talking with some person at the front desk. He is talking about how I have had my vaccinations and how I am very clean I'm not sick an so on. Then the person at the front desk yells someone's name and a very tall woman with black hair comes walking out of the room behind the front desk. Before I know it the lady with black hair is picking up my portable pet bed and taking me into a room with lots of other dogs and cats. I am scared. The lady puts me in a cage beside a black Labrador puppy and a very old looking Persian cat. Once the lady has blocked my cage and is out of the room I ask the Persian cat beside me how long she has been here. "Eight month's" she says. Eight months? Holy crap I can't be here for that long. I'm panicking. My lungs are failing me I think I'm having a anxiety attack. Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out. Okay there we go I have my breathing back. Wait what was that? Oh God Nick and Sarah are leaving no no-no this cannot happen I am not getting stuck in this flea house. I start clawing at the cage desperately trying to somehow find some way out. But to no avail. Just then the big black lab gave a huge whooping roof. And that was it I was out cold. All I could see was blackness. And when I woke up I found myself in an operating room nurses were beside me fiddling with equipment. And that was when I felt it the huge gash on my head The blood staining my beautifully cleaned fur. Then just like that I was out again. So until next time. Wish me luck.