A New Beginning

As the cold December wild blows through a rusted chainlink fence, a little red pup sits. Her nose twitches and her ears perk up. Her neck is hung down by a thick buckle collar and a heavy chain. Looking out into the open with her head cocked. The falling snow rests on her short ragged fur, her eyes light ip fascinated by hiss surroundings. She paces from side to side in her undersized enclosure, curious about the world outside the fence. A man appears in the distance and the pup scurries into his oil drum shelter. The man's breath smell of beer while his clothes smell of cigar smoke. Wearing a white tee shirt, sagging ripped jeans, and a gold chain, he starts mumbling and wearing under his breath. Cackling at the puppy his pulls him out by his chain and roughly pets it. He throws an empty dish at the dog and migrates to his home. The pup has never had love, never been inside, never had a name. It's the classic story, of an unloved dog, put in a bad situation, but turned out to be a new beginning.