Rover Dangerfield: Before the Danger

Chapter 2 - All Dogs Go to the Pound

After four hours of driving, the van eventually stopped. It parked behind a building in front of a large door which was lifted up, showing three men in gray uniforms and caps that said some words on their caps that stated Las Vegas Animal Shelter. They opened the back doors of the van and took the cages with the dogs in them one by one, including Jax, Blueberry, and even Dangerfield who was taken last.

"Hey what's going on?" He started asking in confusion. He suddenly awakened from a brief nap he was having, and had just now noticed he was being taken away as the man grabbed a hold of his cage and carried him into the building.

Stepping inside, Dangerfield covered his eyes as he was slightly blinded thanks to the bright ceiling lights above him. He passed by cages among cages that seemed strangely empty, however further investigation showed otherwise. He seemed to suspect that they were in a room where they hold all of the extra cages due to their being a lot of them, and considering there were multiple signs that stated in bold text.

"Place extra or damaged cages here."

Dangerfield tries to stay calm and collected, realizing he along with the man were going into the next room.

After leaving the room that contained empty cages, they entered another room. This time there were two men wearing the same gray uniforms, one to the left standing and thinking, while another was to the right holding a clipboard and writing something down on a piece of paper. Dangerfield then saw some dogs waiting in a line to step on a scale. They were being inspected and weighed by the two men one at a time as the man to the right finished writing down information. He then proceeded to open a door.

The dog who was inspected would be sent away, straight ahead into a different room by the man to the left before he came back empty handed. The man to the right then shut the door while shouting. "Next!" The next dog in line then steps on the scale just like the one before them. "Alright here we are." The man holding Dangerfield said, putting the cage down on the floor and opening it up.

The man then kneeled down to the basset hound's level as he gave him a warm smile. "You can come out buddy." He told the basset hound, signaling with his hand to Dangerfield to come to him. At first, he was nervous and confused as to what was going on, but decided to oblige to the man's commands and stepped out of the cage while pretending to be slightly excited.

"Good boy." The man said. He then petted the basset hound on the head which Dangerfield started to enjoy, but then he stopped before pointing with his finger to the line. "Stay here. They'll take care of you." The man commanded him. Dangerfield nodded and did what the man suggested. He waited for around twenty or so minutes before now being in front of the line seeing the large scale in front of him.

"Next!" The man to Dangerfield's right shouted. Seeing there was no one before him, he walked forward and stepped on the scale. Both men looked down to see the basset hound and their eyes widened. "Huh, a basset hound. Haven't seen one of those yet." The man to the left commented. The other guy sighs before looking at the clipboard, lifting up a piece of paper and seeing another paper under it. He proceeded to read it out loud.

"This is dog 1.8.9. Says here, he was originally registered in New York with a family supposedly of five, however he was found in an abandoned alleyway alone within Oklahoma. His family is currently unknown and any adoption records our database has scanned for have come up erased." The man explained, reading the document that was on the clipboard.

"Well you know what they say, Ain't No Love In Oklahoma." The man to the left of Dangerfield said jokingly. He then asked the man on the right a question.

"So he's considered a stray?" He wondered. "Basically, also I finished scanning his weight. He's around 29 pounds." The man to the right replied. The man to his left was somewhat surprised hearing how much the basset hound weighed as he responded in return. "Dang, not bad for a dog like him." The man to the left reacted in amazement. The man on the right then opened the door once again before looking at his colleague with a serious expression trying to keep things professional and stay on task.