In Their Voices
The doors burst open at 10 am. Being the longest resident in the shelter, I had the routine down pat. I curled up in my comfy bed, like a fox, to take a snooze. As usual, they walked by my kennel gate ignoring me … ditto!
After the early morning rush of kindly folks putting dibs on their choices of “dog gaters” as I called them (the more social, outgoing dogs who knew how to sell themselves at their kennel gates), all became quiet again. Still snoozing, I heard her pick up my clipboard in front of my gate. Could it be that this would be THE day? Nah, don’t get your hopes up, kid, I told myself.
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