10 parts Complete "Hi, I'm looking for a dog." Mark told the lady at the counter of the animal shelter.
"I'll show you our selection." The woman smiled kindly as she guided Mark to the back.
Mark's eyes scanned the many good dogs, listening to their barks while feeling his heart break at the sight.
He walked past many breeds such as German Shepherds, mutts, and evens few poodles before he eventually reached the end with no dog in mind that he wanted.
Until a new one came in.
"I found her abandoned in a home that the owners had moved out of awhile ago, and she put up a hell of a fight to stay and wait for the owners to return. She's really sick too, as well as dehydrated and malnourished." A man spoke in a rush as he barged in holding a lump of fur in his hands.
Mark could see the dirty white-blonde fur on the dog slowly rise up and down with each breath it took, her large, sad chocolate brown eyes looking into Mark's own eyes with a mournful look that made Mark want to hug the puppy and never let go.
She let out a whimper before she lowered her head and closed her eyes, making tears well up in Mark's eyes.
"That's the dog I want." Mark decided aloud.
"A-are you sure? We have plenty of other dogs-"
"She's perfect." Mark interrupted.
The man exchanged glances with the woman before gently handing the puppy over.
"What's her name?" Mark asked softly as he watched the puppy lick his fingers with a small smile.
"Sephora according to the rope the owners tied to her before leaving." The man stated as he pulled out a tattered piece of rope with her name burnt onto it.
"Sephora...like the makeup. How about Chica?" Mark whispered to the puppy.
Chica let out a soft yip as she curled into a tighter ball in Mark's hand.
"Chica it is." Mark chuckled, delicately running a finger down her soft back.
"You're a good dog." Mark told her as he walked towards the exit.
"You'll always be my good dog." Mark promised her.
