I turned the ignition and started up Dad’s car. This was a desperate act, as I knew I’d be in much trouble in the morning. But the tiny puppy snuggled into my chest, needed help. Only a Vet would be useful, and that meant taking Dad’s car to the nearest Animal Hospital.
The car engine rumbled, and then revved. Reversing out of the car port, I started up the road. The little lump in the front of my jumper wiggled. Keeping to the left side of the road, I drove to the nearest place where I thought I’d find a Vet.
A lady in a white coat came walking out of the Animal Hospital.
‘Come here, child. What do you have there?’
Realising that she was locking up before going home, I knew I was very lucky. She was an animal lover, through and through.
‘It’s a little new born puppy, I found,’ I informed her, handing over the scrap of fur.
The Vet took him, and held him close to her chest.
‘Hello, Little Fella,’ she whispered. And then to me, ‘We better get him inside. There’s a Mother Dog in there who has puppies about his age. She’s a good girl. I’ll see if she’ll adopt him.
I followed the lady into the building, and through the empty waiting room. She stopped me there, with a wave of her hand. And so I sat in a seat and waited. Through the open door, I could see her walk to a large basket on the floor.
A female dog lay there, comfortable in her bed, surrounded by little furry wriggling bodies. The Vet held the little puppy close to the dog’s nose, and she sniffed the new comer. And then licked his tiny body.
And then allowed the Vet to place him in her basket. The dog encouraged the tiny puppy to snuggle up to her.
The Vet turned to me, and gave me a thumbs up.
The tiny puppy would be okay. I smiled back.
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