Veva had seen that little dog before. She couldn’t forget him, with his black spotted face and brown belly! “What a silly little dog”, she remembers thinking the first time she saw him. This time he looked sad though. He seemed a little scraggly, like he had been out in the rain all night, maybe sleeping in a mud puddle! Poor baby.
“Come here sweet baby!” she called to the puppy. He looked over at her and started walking slowly in her direction.
She was a little fearful. What if he had some disease or if he was really nippy?
He was a little fearful. What if she tried catching him in one of those net things like the other people did?
With his little head down he walked up to where Veva was standing. He kept his head down, either to be patted or because he was afraid of her. She fell in love immediately with the sweet puppy. She bent down to pat his little spotted head. As soon as she lifted her hand away he looked up at her with the darkest, sweetest eyes. “Do you want to come home with me, little guy?” she asked. He wagged his tail. He didn’t know where he had come from but this was the first time that he felt like he knew where he was going; home!
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