I saw this puppy at the pound today and i just couldnt help but make a story in my head out it.
So i drew this to represent that little puppy cause i felt so bad for her. 83
I know she will get a good home!
Thankies.
Story:
I was the first one up, as always, i jumped around the little bed and scratched open the door from the landuary room. Which was where i slept everynight. I sniffed the air for food, but the two legs werent up yet. I sat there waiting for my yummy food when i noticed something. The kitchen was empty... all but my bowl and my food. My food was way up high and i was down low. Ill just have to wait.
So i bounded off from my bowl. I went around the corner... only to see the once cluttered living room.. Empty. I winced back. That cant be right. Maybe just some spring cleaning. I turned tail and went to my favorite Two Leg's room. I slowly opened the door with my nose to notic my two leg was crying on the floor. His face in his hands and i knew silent tears streamed. I raced to him and licked his hands.
"Hey," he said with a broken tone picking me up and holding me in the air to look at my face.
He said something long, but i didnt know much of two leg language. Only sit, bark, and roll over. But he seemed to terribly sad. Then i heard the mean old two leg lady. I didnt like her, but she seemed the top dog of the house. He put me down on the blanket where he slept it seemed and left. he closed the door and left. I waited, maybe he was bringing me some food? I sat there.
I think i fell asleep because when i woke up it was dark. Real dark. I looked around frightened that no one was there. I dashed through the doggy door to see that my two leg was out in his moving metal monster. He turned around and waved bye to me.
I lifed up my paw, not sure why.
I knew the three words he said slowly, i just hada feeling i just kinda knew.
"Goodbye my friend..."






