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A L A S K A
I screeched girly-like and crouched down to the small little puppy that was sitting behind the bars. It wagged its tail in excitement and licked my outstretched hand.
"Is it this one, Al?" Max asked for the hundredth time today. He wasn't very fond of all these puppies. He said they were way too energetic and were only jumping around and whining. And also a whole lot of work.
Yeah, that work thingy is right, but the good moments are the ones that overweigh the annoying ones, right?
"Miss, uh, I saw you walking around here for a while now and I wanted to ask if you might want to have a look at our, well let's say, difficult dog?" a woman in her 30s' asked, hope lacing her voice.
Difficult? What's that supposed to mean? I guess she saw the confusion on my face because she quickly explained what she meant.
"Well, the little one is one year old and he- . . he is a problematic case of us. He's very aggressive and just won't let us touch him. He's been trough some crappy things though. We found him on the streets with some bad bruises, but they almost completely healed already," the woman said all in one breath. I looked at her with a soft expression because of what I heard. Poor puppy. Who would ever be able to hurt a freakin puppy? With those beautiful doe big eyes and, awww . . . ok, sorry.
Anyway, I agreed immediately because even if the dog wasn't the right one for me I still wanted to see him once since I was very curious.
"And here he is."
After we turned some corners, we were now finally standing in front of another cage. The woman, who's nametag read Carina, pointed at a small dog curled up in one corner. He was white with some dark brown spots and his form was very thin but not in an unhealthy way. It guess it's a pointer, but I am not sure.
I cautiously approached the bars after I told Max and Leo to stay back, and crouched down to his level. His head shot up and he strutted towards me. His facial expression wasn't like all the other dogs'. It seemed more pain-filled. Ok, ok, I know that sounds like I've gone crazy. You can't read a dog's expression. But this was so different.
I felt like I could read him like an open book. His every move looked pained, which nearly broke my heart. What the hell has this little puppy went trough?
I stretched my hand out for him to pick up my scent and to get accustomed to me. He carefully and slowly raised his nose to my hand and sniffed.
He didn't seem aggressive or anything at all to me, so I opened his door and sat down next to him. He seemed to still be on guard but nevertheless he came over to me and sat down on my lab. I carefully put my hand on his fur and ran it through it; it was so soft and warm.
"Can I adopt him?" I asked my bestfriends who were looking at us in awe. I chuckled lightly when they nodded frantically and turned my head towards Carina.
I was slightly surprised though. I mean the boys, like I already said, didn't really like the idea of a puppy but for me they would've probably bought me every single dog on this planet. Anyway, I guess they kinda fell in love with him as well, since he was kind of glaring slash growling at them whenever they tried to take a step forward, which sounds really weird. But they loved that he was protective over me.
"Ma'am what's his name?" I asked politely as she looked at the little pup in my lap.
"Uh, he- . . he doesn't have a name- But, how did you do that?" she breathed out in shock.
"He doesn't have one? Oh," I said, completely ignoring her question, and looked down at the precious little being.
"I'll call you Alexei, then," I announced proudly and kissed his forehead.
Max and Leo sent me a small smile before they put their emotionless faces back on since we were in public.
I know this is a very extraordinary name for a dog, but it has a special meaning to me and to the boys. I will explain that later.
So afterwards I stood up, put on a leash, that I bought before we came here, and picked the little puppy up from the ground while I still looked at him in adoration.
Then we just filled out some formulas and did all that important stuff for the adoption. Corina thanked us and wished the little one good luck before we walked to the car. I got in the backseat, where I hugged my baby close to my chest.
"It's a beautiful name, Al," Max praised from the passenger seat while he looked over his shoulder. I smiled at him and they finally dropped their blank faces and smiled back at me.
"Well, this little one has a special meaning to me and I wanted the name to sound very unique. Also, I wanted the name to be kinda related to you guys and the only way I saw was like this," I explained.
Alexei was a russian name, which is why it is kinda related to my bestfriends since their from Russia, and its meaning was something that he will be trained for and well, he already kinda did it.
Alexei, means defender.
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Hey there, yeah yeah I know. It's another puppy chap, but this little dog will play an important role in Al's life and in the story in the future, so I had to write some things about him. Oh and remember his name.
(Future Author's Note: I didn't include this little guy as much as I had planned to, so don't be disappointed if you don't read Mich about him anymore ;)
Here is a pic of how I imagine him to be. You can of course imagine him different though.
It's a pointer. They are very good at tracking things since they're smell is very strong.
I don't really know much about them by the way, I just googled dogbreeds for tracking and found that cute pic :)
P.s: I already wrote this in my other book but some of you may be not reading that so I am gonna write it here as well.
I will unfortunately have less time since my holidays ended today and school started again, which means that there might be less chapters per week.
Stay safe! Love ya!
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