The Puppy Next Door

Straight from the Heart


He was one of a litter of pups that was dropped off in the neighborhood. The little girl next door cuddled him in her arms and took him home. It was plain to see why she chose him, with his floppy ears, tiger-like stripes, and fury white chest. He was so cute just sitting there staring at us as we backed out of the driveway. Now looking back it’s as if he was thinking, “I don’t want to be here. I want to be over there with them.”

It wasn’t long before he began greeting my husband every day after work, his tail wagging a mile a minute, jumping and playing excitedly. Being the dog lover that he is, my husband couldn’t resist playing with him. “You little rascal,” he’d laugh, “what are you doing over here?”

Soon, it was evident that he no longer cared to live next door…

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