This is a story that I have read through a dog's eyes, and I must put my thoughts for people to see.
"Come little ones!" Our breeder called, snapping her fingers as we run out looking up at the new people."
Their was two parents, and a little baby girl. She went for my sister, Moxie. "Aw mommy, can we have her?" The mother looked at her husband for a decision. "I like that one over---" he pointed at me, but then the little girl screamed, throwing a fit. "NO! This doggy! MAMA! MY DOGGY!" the father ran his fingers through his hair, probably embarras.sed. "We'll take her." the mother said, face looking pink. The little girl stomped her foot once more, most likely for good measure, before they left. "Shoo, shoo!' the breeder said, leading us back to my mother. I nestled down beside her, falling asleep. Next day, three puppies sold, one sister, two brothers, three more to go, me, Buster, and Flower. Great. "New people!" the breeder said in the your a puppy and your so cute tone! walked out to the people, simple yipping and doing the waggy tail, big eyes, and yada yada yada. Two of them sold, and I was the remaining one. My mother was nowhere to be seen, it had been a year since all of the puppies had sold, and I was still an unsold puppy. Mama was even bred with a stud again, Expecting pups again, and I wouldn't be sold-again. 'Hello, come look at the remaining puppy I've had, maybe you'll be interested?' the breeder crowed, sounding braggish. "Come on runt." she grunted, so I was runt now? Not -wait, I didn't have a name? I was bred with champion border collies! Just because I was a runt, that didn't mean anything? A young girl, about 11 came into the room. "Come here little girl." she said, holding out her hand for me to sniff. She gave me a good scratch behind the ears, oh, so good. It was tantalizingly close to adopting me, but I didn't set my heart on that until the words came out, "Can we adopt her?" she asked her parents, one man in his early fifties, and the mother, about 45 such? "Of course." the father said. The breeder actually winked at me? "her name is, whatever you want to name her." the breeder said, smiling. She gave them a puppy training kit, a carrier and some tools to train me to be like my parents. "What will the cost be?" the mother asked, getting out her wallet. "Eleven thousand dollars." the breeder said. The mother dropped her wallet, most likely in shock. "Um, I'm not sure if we can---" I looked down at my paws. Of course, now because of the cost I'm never going to be adopted, I just wanted a home! "Please mom?" the girl begged. "Glenda we have to say---" The mother silenced her husband by interrupting. "Yes, you will keep him. Here's the eleven grand." she handed it to the breeder like she was giving away her candy. Very, slowly and full of hesitation. "I'll call you fly!" she cooed, snuggling me. I rested my head against the girl. I finally had a home.
I lay quietly in my doggy bed as dawn was soon and I was supposed to be awoken. I looked at the photo on the wall-
I was happy that I was the dog I am now. Fly, not runt, not waste.
"Come on Fly!" a voice sounded. Now since my owner, Vanessa was 14 now, she could handle me and the work without being supervised. That was about to change.
I herded the sheep just like I do everyday into the pen for Father to shear. Then I had to go to another field, to herd those sheep. But then I heard something that was edged with fear, something that was terribly wrong. I ran off, Vanessa following. A truck was in the field, stealing the sheep!
I ran out to the field, Vanessa already running back to her father. I began to chase the humans, but then I was bit, hard from my side, I whipped around and felt someone grabbing me. There was an Australian cattle dog, biting me, looking somewhat like this-
Nice dog? Probably not. I heard more barking, of course. Another dog came at me, and to my surprise it was smaller than me-
"Get off of my land!" someone yelled, realizing it was my father, holding up a rilfle at the men. I was let go, and I ran back to Vanessa, holding me tightly as the men let the sheep back into the pen. I was treated with a nice truck ride home in opposed to walking. What would happen to the farm while I couldn't work? Oh joy, a new dog.
I had to say he was quite amazing, and always kept me company when I couldn't work. My father wanted something like Rex, but my mother said something like Raffle, meaning big guardian in Greek. It was settled, his name was Raffle. I still liked Fly though. The my side still hurt agonizingly, but I kept falling alseepI never noticed. Christmas was soon and we all had a break. I knew what christmas meant, more dead pigs and ducks, more food. It was really a big break for us dogs, but how long could it last?
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