nothing yet, still waiting for some one to find interest in a pup like me.
there's a queen here, but I'd be too worried I would get stuck inside all the time.
many people many stories to tell, but none of them to fit mine.
"here she is, this is Story" The Pound keeper said.
Story looked up to see not only the Pound keeper but another a tall dark figure
I saw He had a pirate coat, a long dragon like tail, horns and long claws, I think he is more dragon then dog. but could he be the puzzle
to my Story. he looked at me with a bright glow in his eyes I can only describe them as fires, he smiled at me and bent down to talk to
me.
"hello Story, are you a hard worker?"
He spoke in a pirate kind of tone, but being one able to wright many words I can not speak them.
"I'm afraid that she can not answer you sir, She Mute"
And the Pound Keeper strikes again. This is one of the reasons I have never been adopted. But this did not seem to phase him
did he not hear her?
"that does not matter I can hear her just as clearly as I hear you"
"what does that mean?"
A poem, who knew a pirate and a poem writer, so without further ado I hopped out of my chair and took his hand he led me out of
the pound, I found more peace then I would have in the pound.