I walked through the shelter doors. I am Lola. Lola Smith, to be exact. My excitement for my job shows. I have the best job in the world.(In my opinion) I test animal temperament. The dogs are my responsibility. The apartment that I live in had a strict no animals rule, so working at the shelter is the closest I can get to owning my own animals. I knew that I would be testing a rather aggressive dog, today. I was excited, but I was also very nervous. The last "aggressive" dog turned out to be a sweetheart. She was taken from a hording situation, and once she calmed down the only way that she might be aggressive is by licking you to death. The dog before that was similar, but the rule of thumb for three's is that the last one will be bad. Like really bad. Like super supe- What am I saying? I am just going to psych myself out.
I entered my office and set my coffee mug down. I looked over Charlie's file again, to see something that the others didn't. I couldn't, so I guess I will be winging it with this dog.
"Lola!" my coworker, Lesley, called.
"Yeah?" I responded, already knowing my fate. A small brunette poked her head in my room.
"Charlie is ready to see you." Great. No, Lola. The rule is to go into each interview with an open mind. We walked down the hall until I reached the door that I was so used to. I stood there for a moment, waiting. I sucked in a breath and walked in. This will be fine, I told myself and I believed it. Everything is great. Okay.
I opened the crate door, and he tore into my flesh.
A/N Hey, everyone. Sorry, no PJ or any of the fantastic foursome yet, but they will show up in the third chapter, latest. I need to develop some background. Thanks for reading and please post feedback, also, if anyone wants to be Chris or Phil's girlfriend comment your name and which one. I will accept the first ones. Sorry Danosaurs, but I need Dan for the plot. Thanks everyone. XXXX
-CR
