Blamed

Chapter 24

The blue eyed boy goes around collecting the seven lucky dogs.

I still can't believe it! I was so sure I was going to die!

He comes in to take me out as the fourth dog.
He puts a red leash on me identical to the other red leashes on the other dogs.
It feels kind of weird and unfamiliar to be out of a cage.
The air brushes through my fur as if there was no air in the cage. My leash is handed to the teenager. I feel like I'm in a huge pack of dogs, well I kind of am...
After three more dogs are added to the pack I take a good look at it. They all look like basic street dogs until a bright yellow furred dog catches my eye.
A purebred Labrador!
He wagged his tail as if he wasn't about to be put down before he was saved.
The girl learned all our names from the blue eyed boy.
The Labrador's name is Goldie. Poor Labrador. Probably was owned by a little kid...
The girl started walking (I'm assuming) towards her house.

I really idolize her.
She saved seven dogs today. Seven lives.

That's when the happiness leaves and the doubts replace it. If she saved seven lives today, does she go around asking for dogs that are going to be put down everyday?
That's a lot of dogs. What does she do with all of them?
Does she stick them in cages? Does she have a huge house where they run free? Why would a random girl adopt that many dogs?
Then again should I really be doubting someone who just saved my life?
That's one question I can answer.
No.
She is my owner now, I have an owner and I should be grateful.

I walk along side the six dogs and I realize one of the street dogs has already established himself as pack leader.
He walks in front of all the other dogs confidently but I don't mind. I'm not the kind of dog that wants to be pack leader.
I walk right along side the happy-go-lucky Labrador until I see a building.

We walk in and walk up three flights of stairs.
The girl opens the door and let's go of all the leashes.
As I feared it is a small apartment that she probably lives in alone but I don't see any other dogs or cages.
She takes all our leashes and we start to explore.

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The apartment doesn't look dog-ready at all.
No beds, only two toys, a bag of (cheap) kibble and a couple bowls.
The apartment has five rooms. Her room, the kitchen, the living room/dinning room, a bathroom and a room with a bunch of blankets on the floor where I'm assuming we will sleep in.
I'm starting to be friends with the Labrador but I'm still scared, scared that I will lose him too.
He starts running around with one of the two toys (the ball) and I chase him. It reminds me so much of when I was playing with the floppy eared dog before he got put down.
Though it's been only days, I feel like it's been years since I've seen him. And John.
And the cat.
We run around until the Labrador gets bored and stops playing. He goes next to the girl, who is sitting on a chair, and rubs against her. Then he lays on his back and she pets his stomach.

"Why, hello there!" She coos. "My name is Hazel and I think you are just adorable!"

Hazel.

I finally know her name and it couldn't suit her better. I go up to her too and run up against her but although she pets me once or twice her full attention is on the Labrador.