I was sitting in my cage, they called a kennel, trying to plan an escape. I have always hated pounds, and since I fell asleep when I was wolfed out, I am now in one. I wanted to escape. Not be adopted or put down, both sound horrid. Whenever somebody walked by, I normally hid towards the back of my prison cell. I haven't eaten in two days. I refuse to eat dog food.
Anyways, here I am, sitting in my prison thinking. Today, I would get out. I could feel it. I don't know how, but I do. I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice the four boys that had walked in. "Look Ash! That one is so calm! Can we get her? Please?" An Australian accent begged. A finger pointing at me. I backed up and released a small whimper.
"It's okay girl, we won't hurt you." Someone cooed. A male crouched down and smiled at me. He had green eyes and red/black hair.
A blue eyed blonde crouched down besides him and pokes a finger in. I cautiously sniff it and then give it a small lick, telling him he is okay. He gri...