World of Unknown Color
Everyone will be sad for the next few hours, that was normal. None of us had gotten picked when the family and their two kids had come running in, searching for a new puppy. But despite not getting chosen I would not let that ruined my spirits, nope, at times like this, I was the most optimistic. As I pranced around DogVill, or as the humans call it a “pound”, the only home I had ever known, I observed all the whimpering dogs. Padding over to my two friends, Maple and Juniper, I encouraged them to stay happy.
“Come on guys! There is always tomorrow. There is no reason to be whining like a pair of spoiled pups,” I tell them all the while prodding them with my nose.
“But, we were not picked! We will never be picked!” howls Maple.
“Honestly how can you be so happy all the time Roux?” asks Juniper with a whimper.
I simply lick them back, “Because I know one day I will get picked and then I will see the outside world!”
It had always been my deepest desire the see the green grass and blue sky. I loved to spend my day imagining the world, it’s vibrant colors and exciting experiences. So, whenever I am sad I hold onto the fact that one day my dreams will become a reality… I hope.
“Mommy! I can not wait to get a puppy, I will love her and sleep with her!”
Everyone’s ears perk at the shouting of the small child in the lobby. As she enters our room the dogs all flock to her like moths to a light. The young human is wearing a bright pink dress and two pigtails with white ribbons in her hair. I slowly make my way through the crowd of dogs and eventually find her hand and nervously rub my golden head against it. She looks down at me and her face breaks into a grin.
“I found her mommy!!! I wanna get the golden one. She is so pretty and fluffy,” the girl announces and she pets my head. I can not believe it, I am getting picked! My dream is coming true but what if the world is not what I believe it to be. What if I do not like it? The one she calls “mother” walks in with a smile on her face.
“Oh Julie, that one is very cute. What is her name?”
“Roux,” I bark that them.
The girl bends down the check the band around my name and says, “Rooo--x, I think?”
The mother laughs quietly before assuring the girl that she is correct. The next few moments are a blur of happiness and wonder: I get checked out, brushed, and hugged many times. Then it happens, I walk outside. For a moment I just stare, dumbfounded by the colors of the grass, the sky, and the rushing objects that move faster than the speed of light. I shout at them, asking them who they are and why they can go so fast but none of them respond. Julie leads me with a new green string they attached to my new band to an oddly shaped box. Then the mother opens the side of the blue box and looks at me expectantly. I simply cock my head to the side before cautious jumping inside, Julie smiles at me when I do this so it must be right.
“Aah!” I bark when the box suddenly buzzes to life. I have never been inside a moving box, it feels scary and wonderful at the same time!
“Oh my gosh!!! The box is moving! The box is moving!” I bark, jumping up and down as Julie and her mother laugh.
The world outside the box starts moving, the colors swirl together to create a meld of beauty. To show my thanks to Julie for showing me that moving box I lick her face with my wet, pink tongue. Eventually, the world outside slows back down, then finally stops. Once again the mother opens the door and I jump out. Julie leads me to an odd looking building “my home,” Julie tells me. As we enter my home I stare at all the colorful furniture, once I have settled down I noticed Julie beckoning me to an odd rectangle of pillows. I cautiously get on top of it and after confirming it is safe I snuggle down next to Julie. The world really is amazing just like I thought. Thank you, Julie, I can not wait to share more experiences with you!