My girl and Me

Meeting my girl

My name is....

Well, I don't know what my name is.  You see, I am a dog, a golden retriever puppy actually.  My brothers, sisters and I were dropped off at what the people that had us called a shelter.  I don't really know what this place is.  I just know that one day we were snuggled up with mom and the next day we were not.  The place we are in has a door that a person comes to and sticks their fingers in and says, "Awe! Come here puppy!"  I don't go to them.  They scare me.  My brothers and sisters venture over to them and I can hear the people say,"I wonder what is wrong with that one? Why won't he come over to us?"  Can't they understand that I am scared?  I don't know where I am and I miss my mom.

I start to drift to sleep when I hear a sigh.  I look up and this girl person is sitting on the ground in front of our cage.  I can tell she has been crying.  I wonder why she is so sad.  Even though I am afraid, I get up and I wander over to her.  She doesn't stick her fingers in the cage like I have seen the other people do.  I look up at her and bark.  This brings a smile to her face, so I do it again.  She starts to laugh and says," Oh, do you want to come and say hello to me?" Yes! Yes I do!

She got up and left.  Um, what is going on?  Did she not understand that I wanted her to stick her fingers in the cage so that I could lick them and say hello?  A few minutes later, which seemed like a lifetime for me, she walked back in with one of the shelter workers.  The worker, Amy ( I have heard her being called that), picked me up and handed me to the girl.  I'm a little unsure but she is so gentle with me.  I can't help myself, so I look up and lick the girl on the nose.  This brings another smile to her face.  I have decided right there and then that it is my job to make this girl happy. 

"I would love to adopt this little guy," I hear her say.  Amy took me back from the girl and put me back in my kennel.  What is happening? Why did she put me back? I thought I was a good puppy for making her laugh and smile.  I'm so confused.  A short while later, Amy came back, scooped me up and took me to the front of the shelter where the girl was waiting. 

Woohoo! My girl, it is what I call her now since I adopted her, and I leave the shelter and head towards...what's this?  Another person, but a man!  He does not look happy, not in a sad way.  He looks like he is not happy with me.  What did I do?
I hear him say to my girl,"What is that?"  "This," she says, "is our new puppy.  I adopted him."  "You did what," he said.  "I adopted him.  This is what I need and he is coming home with us."  Even though the guy didn't look happy, he got in the car with us and we drove away.  My girl was so happy to have me.  She told me so all the way home.