Many can say a dog cannot speak nor understand the human language...but I do. As a soldier, serving by my partner in crime during the times of World War I, it was hard for me to pass by, but my partner never gave up on me; as I never gave up on him in return. During that time I was killed saving my partner from a bullet to the heart and a assassin from behind, I never forgot the day he showed his emotions during the fight, as the war was yet to be over. I came back during world war two as a Labrador, with a family of two, they about tossed me out, but every time they would leave me, I would return to them as their scents decimated and dominated the ground they traveled on, there was no mistake. They then pleaded for their lives as I did all I could to protect them, but as fate would have it, another bullet to the heart, and they all died under the mushroom clouds that is the atomic bomb...we all perished under the flames. Now, I'm here, born in a shelter with no background as to whom my mother was by breed other than a Shepard mix, and yet all pass by me as I was nothing. Was it because I was a German Shepard or was it because I was also part wolf? I have seem to have more looks of both Wolf and Shepard than my brothers and sisters, there were merely 6 of us, and I stood out more than the rest. Merely because my eyes were different from the rest it seems, theirs were either yellow or brown, mine, was yellow and blue; not normal colors for your average German Shepard, but it was boring most of the time. Stuck in a cage with my mother even adopted, and taken home right in front of me, the people thought I had to be put down, but one day, when fate was pushed away on the sunshine day, just before the stage was set for my judgement day, a little girl, by the age of nine or ten, came to me, looking at my eyes, gasping in disbelief. Laying there with my ears nearly perked up, I raised my head and tilted it cutely, it was my strategy every time I saw someone look at me and wanted a face of cuteness; I'd simply give it to them. The little girl put her fingers in the cage, I licked them then put my head under her soft and warm palms. She looked back at a woman, and by looks of the age of a middle aged woman, her hair was straight and black with an olive skin tone. Her style of fashion was not like any you would see on a natural basis, she was a country girl, she wore cacky pants and a flannel of red and black. She didn't seem to pleased as the girl spoke to her, "This one, I want this one!"
The lady came down nest to her, squatting as she looked at her putting her fingers in, as they looked rough from what it seemed like were working hands, "You sure you don't want the little lab over here?"
I raised my head standing up, "Oh come on, just take the girl's word for it! Please, you got to understand!"
The girl shook her head, "This one is special mom, her mother is gone...where did she go?"
Then the main man at the shelter spoke up, "She and her other five have been adopted...but, at noon, if she doesn't get adopted soon...she is gonna have to be put down."
The lady quickly had to jump up as the girl gasped shocked with her hands still in the little cage. The lady spoke up, "She knows what that is, and...I cant blame you, w-what about the lab over there?"
The man shrugged, "Already taken, your husband was the one to suggest the pup, ma'am; it's just up to you to decide."
The girl spoke up grabbing my paw as she was holding it like a hand, "She will not be put down! I will take her, and mom, you should be ashamed!"
"Abigail," the mother spoke up as if she sounded guilty and embarrassed.
"No! I choose this one, and if it's being put down, so will I!" She said as she plopped her little butt down in front of my cage with her eyes then looking at me.
I looked at her with my head tilted, I snickered, "Way to go, Abby."
The woman then was speechless then she hesitated then started to talk to the guy privately, sounding apologetic, Abigail looked at me and spoke, "Don't worry about it, I promise, I'll adopt you, you are not someone to be put down...Lilly."
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Lilly
AdventureAs reliving a dogs way of life, is reliving every moment spent with its owner. From the birth of the pup, to the becoming of age and dying within the natural causes of life; Lilly is a re-surviving pup that opened her eyes into a world of fear, terr...