August

Enjoyable morning at Pat's, ideal weather for sitting outside under the veranda.

Pat won with 3 votes

Where have they put it?

Number six curled up in his box and surveyed his three brothers and two sisters. They were all nodding off after their lunch, piling on top of each other. Their mother was such a pretty spaniel, and number six thought that he looked just like her, especially the markings on her face.

Over the months the puppies went one by one to new homes, until number six was left all on his own. He so missed his playmates, and constantly chewed on his yellow ball. There was no one to play with, and his mother seemed tired all the time.

Then one day, a young couple showed up and he was handed to the lady. She seemed a little unsure and he was frightened that she was going to drop him. "Never held a puppy before?" his owner inquired. He then proceeded to show her how to hold him, but he wriggled so much he slipped out of her grasp falling to the floor.'Ouch, he said to himself, I think my foot is hurt',' limping back to his box. Finding his yellow ball, he began to chew as if was was a comfort blanket.

As he fell asleep he heard the people talking about him. The couple had decided to think about it. During the night he crept up to his mother but she didn't lick him as she usually did, but didn't push him away either. She was probably preparing herself for the last pup to go. He didn't want to go, giving her a pleading look, and began softly whining. The owners came down to see what was wrong. Finding that whining got him plenty of attention he kept it up. Now they were all getting cross with him, but he couldn't help it. Please don't send me away.

After another night of whining, they were all fed up with him and told him off. What's going to happen, no one wants me he whined to himself. Next day, the couple returned and had made the decision to take him. His owner and mother gave him a stern look daring him to whine. He looked around for his comfort ball but it had disappeared. Where have they put it? He was not going anywhere without it. He sniffed around his usual haunts to no avail. As his owner bent down to lift him up he let out a low growl. They all looked shocked. Then the lady bent down and whispered to him "are you searching for that tatty yellow ball?" He gave her his best pleading look. "I threw it in the dustbin" his owner said, quick, lets see if it has been emptied. He didn't want to lose a sale over a ball. Thankfully it was still there and number six happily went home with his new owners.