|The Puppy Who Liked Being Lost
Author: Rosa Shay PM
When a puppy with a white star on his chest runs away from his birth home, he meets a lost, domesticated spaniel that soon teaches him to be a wise, domesticated golden retriever and makes him promise to be a great dog. They form a big relationship.Rated: Fiction K - English - Family/Adventure - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,188 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 02-18-08 - Published: 10-07-07 - id: 3824184
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This series only happened fifteen years ago. It is about loyalty, friendship, and helping others. In this story, you'll understand why you need to care for your pets or save animals because sometimes, something great can happen to you. This series is about a girl and her great dog. It teaches you something, but you could figure that out on your own.
Now, every series has a beginning and an end. You know that now, you're just in the beginning. But there will be an end, my friend, there is an end for everything. Now you might say "Come on, get on with the story" but in this story you'll find out how the dog met with the girl. But it's not that easy and you'll find out why in the first three books. Now, lets start with this story.
Fourteen years ago, a puppy was born. He was a white Golden Retriever. He was as small as a ten year olds palm. He was one of the youngest, smallest puppies of the litter of the eight puppies in all. He was weak, but someday he would be strong, and he counted on his mother's milk. He was the only puppy who had a white star on his chest. We'll call him white star for now. His mother though, was a light golden color and she was, too, a Golden Retriever. She was smart, loyal, and wise. She was named Layla and she was five. His father on the other hand was pure golden color. He was wise and loyal and had lots of spirits and energy. He was used for showing and breeding. His name is Great Luck and he was four. The puppy was born in a special place.
The puppy was born in a barn where Layla made a soft, bed out of hay in an empty horse stall. It was big and she used the stall for her other two births. It was a loose box stall. A loose box stall is where a horse is loose in the stall, not tied up. The reason why Layla chose this place for her motherhood because when the puppies grow a little older, they could make obstacle courses with the extra hay and run around. Also, she chose this stall of the door, because only she could come through. How, you might ask? There was a string that she only could reach, for it is to high for the puppies to reach. When Layla bites and tugs on the string the door opens. To close she pushes it. That's how she lived for a week in a half. Going out only when she was called and when she was served food at breakfast and dinner. About ten times a day she fed her puppies. Anyway, lets get on with it.
A few days after birth White Star started crawling. Though he was one of the youngest and smallest, he was first to start crawling. His mom was proud of him a little, but she didn't understand how he is first to crawl when he is third youngest and second smallest. But the puppy wasn't usual as you see, my friend. He grew bigger every single day. Not that every other puppy was growing every day. At seven days old all puppies opened their eyes. But White Star had opened eyes when he woke up, while the others had opened eyes at noon.
From then on, White Star was first to do everything. He was first to start walking, and he was first to start to wean from his mother. When he was a month and a half old he had a talk with his mother. Usually Layla would talk to the pups at the same time when they're this big but the rest of the pups weren't yet, they would be this size at age eighteen weeks old-before they will be adopted. This is what the mother said. Now, my reader, remember what his mother said, because this is what you will need to know for your future too. This talk will be reflected on the series too, my friend. This talk will be called wise talk. The puppy's mom called it wise talk, so we will too.
"Now, my son, listen to me CAREFULLY, because you will need it for your future. This talk is serious, and it's not a joke. If you'll listen to me, your future owners will listen and like you and take care of you. If you don't, they will like you, and care for you, but not as much." Mom calmly says
"Now, mom, why aren't you telling only me, not the other pups?" The male pup says "And why are you telling me this in such a dark, scary, prickly place?" He continues.
"Well, I'm not telling this to the other pups because they wouldn't understand this because they are too young, but you will. I'm telling you this here because I don't want the other pups to hear this because it's to hard for them to understand it and they will get confused later when I tell them." She answers him patiently.
"But I'm the same age as them, but only bigger. You know, that if a puppy is confused then it means that it's learning?" He tells her.
"Well, yeah, I know that, but they still won't understand it." She answers him in an annoyed way.
"Do you think that I will understand what you are saying if they won't? My siblings are the same age as me." White Star makes a point
"Well, we'll see, if you do understand, then we won't have to talk about it later, but if you don't, we'll talk about it when you're older. Anyway, it will only take a minute. You know that you are a puppy, soon to be a middle sized dog, right?" Mom asks her son quietly and patiently.
"Well, yeah, I do know that, but so what?" The puppy asked his mom knowingly.
"So what????!!!! Well, have you heard of that a dog is man's best friend?" She gets kind of angry of him.
"Somewhere, yeah." The puppy gets frustrated at his mom for screaming at him. "But I don't know what this has anything to do with anything." He continues.
"Think, son, think. Use your head someday!!!!" Mom screams at him, urging him to think more.
"Mom, why are you screaming at me? I thought you were nice!" The puppy gets more frustrated at Layla. "Layla."
And he leaves.
"NO, son, come back, I'm really sorry!" Layla dramatically calls him.
Amazingly, he comes back.
"Ok, but this is your last chance, so, what does the man's best friend thing has anything to do with anything."
"Well, be wise, do what your owner has to tell you." Mom tells him.
"I get the 'do what your owner has to tell you', but not the 'Well, be wise,' part. Could you explain?" He asks.
"Well, in in another words, think what you are doing. Ok." Mom explains to him.
"OK, I get it, can I go now?" He begs.
"No, one more thing. Don't bite or scratch, even in play. You could hurt somebody, and that means, you could get in trouble."
"OK, can I go now?" He begs again.
"Yes, you may." His mom lets him go.
And, the conversation finishes. If you didn't quietly remember this, then you'll have to reread it.
But, the pup was only six weeks, that's three times smaller, and younger. He weaned when he was ten weeks. Also, at ten weeks old, he was twice as big as other puppies. At twelve weeks old, Layla's owner checked on the puppies for the first time.
First he just looked with his eyes. He said then many words.
"Hey Layla, are these our new family members? They sure are cute, girl. Don't you agree?" Layla's owner, Tom said loudly.
"Bark, Bark" Barked Layla
"Let me take them, I want to check them, before they get adopted. You know how it is, six weeks before they get adopted I check them for any issues and have people come and reserve them. You know the rules, my great girl." Tom tells Layla.
Of course Layla knew. When she had the first litter, her owner explained to her what he's doing, showing her what he's doing. He's just checking the puppies gender and writing them down. He is also putting tags on them and checking their temperatures. When he's done, he puts them in their mother's stall so that Layla could say her words. Outside he makes two crates for the pups. The crates are big. The reason there's two, is because one is for females, and one is for males. You see, my friend, every female puppy has a different color of the tag, and every male has a different color of the tag. This is so Tom could identify them. Anyway, let's get on to our story, so you could see what happens next.
After Layla's owner checked the pups one by one, he put them back, not closing the stall door completely. Now the pups, had the different colored collars. White Star had a purple colored collar. While the mother had the same talk that she had with White Star, he slipped out. And that's how the adventure began. He always wanted to be a wild dog, but not for long.