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aldersprigPuppies!
Davyn didn't know where he was. Well, he was in a kennel, yes. He was in a locked kennel that had been moving for a while, that, yes. But the kennel wasn't quite moving anymore. It felt like he was in a car - in a trunk, maybe? That would be awful - and the car was moving.
"Bark?" he tried quietly.
"Good puppy, that's it." The girl's voice came from very close - like she was sitting next to Davyn's kennel. But if she was there, who was driving?
"Listen, my parents are - ow, ow... oww."
"Good puppies stay quiet, puppy. Now, what do you think I should call you?"
Davyn whined. He had a name. He had parents, who might actually miss him. He had a home, and this whole thing had been a horrible, awful, no-good plan.
"Let's see. I think... Spots?"
No, no, whether or not he had freckles, he did NOT want to be Spots. Davyn whined louder, hoping he could get away with that much.
"Mmm. All right. I think Fleet. Fleet's a good dog name, don't you think?"
Davyn stayed quiet. There was nothing he could say to that. Heck, there was nothing he could say, period, not without getting zapped.
"That's a good puppy. And here we are! We're going to have so much fun, you and me, pup. Fleet. You're going to be a good Fleet for me, aren't you?"
What had he gotten himself into? Davyn stayed quiet, and hoped the crazy woman would at least remember to feed him.
Davyn didn't know where he was. Well, he was in a kennel, yes. He was in a locked kennel that had been moving for a while, that, yes. But the kennel wasn't quite moving anymore. It felt like he was in a car - in a trunk, maybe? That would be awful - and the car was moving.
"Bark?" he tried quietly.
"Good puppy, that's it." The girl's voice came from very close - like she was sitting next to Davyn's kennel. But if she was there, who was driving?
"Listen, my parents are - ow, ow... oww."
"Good puppies stay quiet, puppy. Now, what do you think I should call you?"
Davyn whined. He had a name. He had parents, who might actually miss him. He had a home, and this whole thing had been a horrible, awful, no-good plan.
"Let's see. I think... Spots?"
No, no, whether or not he had freckles, he did NOT want to be Spots. Davyn whined louder, hoping he could get away with that much.
"Mmm. All right. I think Fleet. Fleet's a good dog name, don't you think?"
Davyn stayed quiet. There was nothing he could say to that. Heck, there was nothing he could say, period, not without getting zapped.
"That's a good puppy. And here we are! We're going to have so much fun, you and me, pup. Fleet. You're going to be a good Fleet for me, aren't you?"
What had he gotten himself into? Davyn stayed quiet, and hoped the crazy woman would at least remember to feed him.
