The store owner shook her head sadly as she took the peice of paper that sat on her desk to one of the windows. She pulled a couple peices of tape from the despenser and swiftly placed the sheet atop the glass, and fastened it. She made sure the tape was sturdy before glancing over the attention sheet once more.
Quote:Dogs Name:: Pixie
Dog's Age: 3 Months
Dog's Coat Color: Blonde
Dog's Size: Medium
Dog's Gender: Female
Dog's Breed: Golden Lab
Owner: Shelter Born
Price: Free
The pup squirmed uncomfortably as she got her shots, yelping as the needle peirced her flesh, she was frightened. She had seen many a canine before her enter this very room and never leave, when the needle was realised the pup lept from the table. She ran and cowered in the corner, the owner of the shelter sighed and looked to her assistent, 'Any news of a home for Pixie?' The assistent shook her head, 'but the pet store said they have some room for pure breds...'
And that is how Pixie ended up here in this small container watching as the lady taped the sheet of paper to her compartment. She whined a little slightly, scratching at the windows, she wasn't pure bred put the shelter didn't know what else to do with her and she looked pure bred enough. All that people wanted these days were pure bred show dogs, which Pixie was not, so everyday she got looked over in the shelter so eventually they made a choice, because it was here or be put to sleep. The shelter knew that after a certain amount of time the store put pets down, but it was all they could do to 'help' the dog.
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