The young bundle of fur moved closer towards the scent of warmth and milk.
He had been born in a kennel with a hard concrete floor with his brothers and sisters.
The mother nosed him towards the milk scent until he got a good hold and drank the milk, letting himself gain strength.
A few men surrounded the cage and listened to the whimpers of the newborns.
The mother growled whenever the men got too close, she didn't trust these men with her pups.
The men started naming them things like Spike, Studder, and FatBob.
One of men pointed at the small runt, "We shall call him Home."
He spoke out of nowhere.
The other men stared at him, "That's umm... A Creative name Francois,
Another man said.
But Francois looked determined and all the men sighed, "Fine let's call him Home."
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General FictionA young beagle mix named Home was born in a puppy mill and abused by a man for half his life. That is, until he ran away and lived on the streets. Home makes a pack of his own and lives the normal life of a stray. Until something happens. All the...
