The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter nineteen
"Where are you taking me? Where are we?! Tell me right now!" I barked at the top of my, now very squished lungs. Whoever this was, they were keeping me very close to them, and it was starting to hurt.
"Don't worry little pup, someone just wants to meet you." I remembered that voice from somewhere... But I can't worry about that now! I struggled, but to no avail, clearly I wasn't messing with some little girl with noodle arms.
"Let go! Leeeeeeeeet go!" I started clawing away at this person's, I'm assuming it's a guy from the voice, sleeve with my back legs. Then I bent my left one the wrong way, and tears flooded my eyes. No, I must stay strong. As this, person, trudged through the snow, and I blinked away my tears, headlights of an older, blue, rusted truck pulled up to us.
"You got da dog?" The man in the driver's seat groaned. There was some bags in the back of the truck, and the carpet on the inside was all messed up and ragged.
"Yes, I do, grandpa," I was handed over, and the man in the driver's seat, of course, yanked at my back leg and ripped me out of the boy's hands. He was so strong, I think it got popped out of place, then went back in. Tears rushed back to my eyes, and one escaped. He roughly checked me, I'm assuming for major injures, the practically threw me to the back of the truck. My head hit the side of the truck, and I got cut by some rusted metal.
"Gosh dangit, ugh." I sat up off the floor, and blood trickled down my forehead. The truck started up and the ride began, and the ride was very bumpy. I fell over again, due to the bumping and being tired out of my mind. I've gotten less than, I'd say five hours, this whole week. I decided, that whatever they were gonna do to me, could wait till morning time. I slowly climbed on top of one of the bags, that was shifting from left to right because I'm more than sure "grandpa" was speeding. I laid down on the bag, and whatever was inside it, wasn't anything good. I kept feeling thing poke into, something even through my skin. Tears flooded my eyes for the last time that night, and I fell asleep to the clanking of whatever was inside that bag I was currently laying on.
When my eyes finally opened in the morning-time, not surprisingly, I was stuffed in a bag made of cloth, "How did I know this would happen...?" I started scratching my way through, and eventually made a hole big enough for a little chihuahua puppy. "This is going to take a long, long time, isn't it?" After, about I'd say, half an hour, I finally got a hole big enough for my head, and ultimately the rest of my body. I slowly, but surely made my way out, by squirming and wiggling. Before while, the boy-- James! Oh no! James was the one who dog-napped me!! He stood tall and proud in front of me,
"What're you doing, lil' pup?" He pulled me out of the bag, and held me up to his face. He kissed my nose, and I had to fight back wanting biting his. I knew, I knew I couldn't disrespect someone who gave me some of those amazing yellow sticks, but he'd dog-napped me!! Also, I'm too afraid of whoever was driving that truck last night. If it really was James' grandfather, then I'd be dead where I stand. Or lay,for that matter. He really did a number on my leg, and it was incredibly sore from yesterday. Climbing out of a bag sure didn't help!
"James! Bring me the dawg!" A booming voice game from outside the room.
"Yes, Grandpa!" James threw me over his shoulder, which hurt of course, and ran to what I assumed was a kitchen. It was all messy, there was stuff laying here and there. James even had to jump around and avoid stepping on the most random of things, like it was an obstacle course! "Here, pa," he handed me over to a man who, seemed about in his seventies, he had gray-white hair, he had huge hands!! I could probably lay down in them, without hanging off the side.
He cupped his huge hand around my small body, and lightly petted me with the pointer finger of his other hand, "She be a pretty one, don't ya think?"
"Yea, pa she's a pretty- uh, beautiful, even..." It seemed if James was really watching what a he said. Then I heard a metal like sound behind me. Suddenly, bits and pieces of fur slowly fell to the ground, swaying back and forth. It looked a lot like-
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" I barked, at the top of my small, but powerful lungs.
"Just trying to make 'er prettier, that's all," he said, as he held me like a piece of wood he was about to carve. More and more, there was a small pile of fur, that grew larger and larger by the second. James stood in disbelief, with his mouth wide open and his eyes in a haze. My expression softened and I just thought, what's the point. There's no way I'm getting out of this, barking won't do me no good, humans don't understand. So, as my fur was cut off by a pocket knife and a pair of huge hands, I sat there, all grumpy, wishing that I could just be rid of this man, and especially get to be with my old pack. Humans just aren't my type...