My Adoption Day
In a small village, in a wide yard filled with soft earth and fascinating scents, I lived with my mother and siblings.
My mother, a small and clever Pinscher, watched over us. When we curled up around her, I felt the safest in the world.
But then, one day, strangers arrived. I watched as all my siblings disappeared, one by one, into the warm hands of new humans.
Until my turn came.
A pair of hands gently lifted me, and I panicked. Where were they taking me? Where was Mom?
The car drove and drove, the scenery outside kept changing, the smells were different, and my heart pounded hard.
When we arrived, I heard a new voice:
“Wow… he’s so tiny!”
“Yeah, cute, right? Don’t worry, he’ll get used to it.”
“But… I’m not sure how to take care of a dog.”
My breath shortened. They weren’t sure? What if they didn’t want me?
At first, it was tough. They put me in a small crate that didn’t feel like home. At night, it was too quiet, and my stomach tightened with longing. I whimpered softly, hoping Mom would hear me and come… but she didn’t.
During the day, they let me run in the big yard. I sniffed every corner, searching for something familiar—but everything was new.
And when evening came, and they tried to put me back in the crate… I wouldn’t let them! I ran, dodged, and jumped from side to side. I saw them laughing but also getting tired of chasing me.
And little by little, I started to adjust.
They loved me. They petted me. They smiled at me.
Even her—the one who wasn’t sure at first—one day, she picked me up, looked into my eyes with softness, and whispered, “You’re so sweet.”
And then I understood.
I was home.
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