Post by `Marilyn` on Jan 17, 2007 18:49:13 GMT -5
The pair walked onto the trail. While the puppy was joyfully bouncing around, her owner was inspecting her closely. It was strange how willingly Dessy was taking to her. When I got her, the papers said she was human wary and a bit collected, Marilyn thought. Hopefully they hadn't "hopped" her like they do horses for races. That was probably the case though. The reddish-brown dog stopped at a tree to run around and sniff it. Marilyn hoped it wore of soon so she could get used to the way her puppy really was.
They continued on, pausing once so the young woman could stop at a bench for a quick sip of her waterbottle. Glancing at her watch, it red 5:45. About time they were heading back; the walk had already been twenty-five minutes. They would take a short cute back.
Marilyn was combing the landscape with her bright blue eyes, trying to find the trail she liked to use. "There it is!" she exclaimed, thinking aloud. Dessy pricked her ears all of a sudden. Marilyn saw this, and slowed her pace a little. What was it? The beautiful puppy suddenly changed appearances, sort of. She swiveled around to look at the lady handling her. A sort of bark was let out, and she started to run. "Oh, no!" Marilyn groaned. Already the slack in the leash was shortening, until it was strained. In attempt to not to hurt the puppy's lean neck, Marilyn picked up a jog, long brown hair flowing behind her. "Dessy!" she screamed, "Dessy stop!" The dog heard, but didn't obey. Now the young woman started running to catch up with her re-hab animal. No, not the ditch! That's where Dessy was headed. She couldn't see it! "Dessy, STOP!" she cried. The dog snapped out of the sudden craze, and halted. Panting, she leaned over at stroked her dog. She shied at the touch. "What did they do," Marilyn murmered.
Now it was obvious Dessy had been drugged before being handed over to Marilyn. That was horrible! Thoughts were swimming around in her head. Soon, though, they were back to the kennel.
They continued on, pausing once so the young woman could stop at a bench for a quick sip of her waterbottle. Glancing at her watch, it red 5:45. About time they were heading back; the walk had already been twenty-five minutes. They would take a short cute back.
Marilyn was combing the landscape with her bright blue eyes, trying to find the trail she liked to use. "There it is!" she exclaimed, thinking aloud. Dessy pricked her ears all of a sudden. Marilyn saw this, and slowed her pace a little. What was it? The beautiful puppy suddenly changed appearances, sort of. She swiveled around to look at the lady handling her. A sort of bark was let out, and she started to run. "Oh, no!" Marilyn groaned. Already the slack in the leash was shortening, until it was strained. In attempt to not to hurt the puppy's lean neck, Marilyn picked up a jog, long brown hair flowing behind her. "Dessy!" she screamed, "Dessy stop!" The dog heard, but didn't obey. Now the young woman started running to catch up with her re-hab animal. No, not the ditch! That's where Dessy was headed. She couldn't see it! "Dessy, STOP!" she cried. The dog snapped out of the sudden craze, and halted. Panting, she leaned over at stroked her dog. She shied at the touch. "What did they do," Marilyn murmered.
Now it was obvious Dessy had been drugged before being handed over to Marilyn. That was horrible! Thoughts were swimming around in her head. Soon, though, they were back to the kennel.