Farley here,
I spent the first 8 weeks of my life I’ve on a farm. There were kids, horses and other dogs. I thought life was grand until…
Darkness hovered. Rain soaked us. Thunder boomed. That should have been an indication life was about to change.
“What’s happening?” Piper barked.
“I don’t know,” I barked back. “Where do you think we’re going?”
Before we had a chance to answer our questions, we were scooped up and put in a car. After an hours drive, we sheltered in a bus stop and waited.
In the midst of howling wind and rain drops, my first human passed me to another human and abandoned me. I quivered and whined.
We’re loaded into a different car. The stress of the event had taken its toll. Even though Piper was the smallest dog I’d ever seen, we took comfort in each other. I put my leg around her and whispered, “Everything will be okay.”
Two hours later, we arrived at our destination. There were more people and one huge dog. My duty was to protect Piper, but look at the size of Murphy.
We held our ground. Murphy sniffed and pranced until we understood he was the boss – and seven years later, he still is.
But life was not all terrifying that day. Look how happy Kristina was to hold me for the first time.
Woof Woof
Creative Story Editors 