She drove me to a big white building with the words "Greenwood Animal Safety Shelter" written across the top of the building. She lead me to a cage.
Is this prison? I thought.
"Ohhhhhhhh, its a new boy," An older female dog barked, "What'd you do? Fuck over too many girl pooches? Tore up the living room? Oh. You bit the mailman, didn't you?"
I hang my head low. This must be prison. I must have done something wrong.
I started to cry. She lead me to a cage with the number 537 written on it.
"Now, you wait." She said & walked away.
Wait for what? I barked.
"Someone to find you & take you home," Said a male Shih Tzu who was probably 6-7 years old, "I've been here my whole life. My mother was born here & died here. I was born here & I'm gonna die here. We're all gonna die here except the cute ones."
I looked at my fur. I'm cute, aren't I? I mean, the lady called me pretty.
I looked at my reflection in the metal.
I saw my eyes were two different colors.
I'm a freak. I'm not "pretty". I'm not "cute". Hell, I'm not even "adorable". I'm going to die here!
Two men in their 20s walk in & everyone seemed to go crazy. I backed away to hide.
"Yeah, Reagan told me that there's a new one in today. He's in kennel 537."
I jumped up. 537. That's me.
I backed away more as the men peeked in.
"Awe! He's perfect!" The brunette looked at the black haired one. "Phil, please can we get him?"
"Are you sure, Dan?" Phil said, "I know you told me this is what you wanted but, are you sure?"
"Phil. This is what I want. We're ready." Dan nodded.
Phil opened my cage & petted me. I quickly got attached.
