I slept near the fire, curled up. While my new owner, Carly, read a book in the recliner. She was waiting for her dad to come home.
I had just arrived yesterday, Carly came to the place that most of the other dogs there called ‘prison’. I thought the humans there were nice. Some of the dogs there were afriad of me. I didn’t know why, I as alittle stonger than most of them, and seemed to jump higher. But thats about it. I’m just a little puppy.
I stretched out and looked around for my ball. I spotted it, glared at it for a little bit, and then charged. I pounced on it and trapped it under my paws. I flopped down and rolled over onto my back with it in my mouth. Carly looked up from her book and laughed.
I dropped my ball, rolled back over, sat, and cocked my head. What was so funny? I thought.