An old man named Luke entered the Humane Society alone. He walked with a limp and wore a stern expression.
“Heard about the Golden Retriever pups,” he said. “Mind if I see them?”
The assistant brought him back to the kennels. The puppies yipped and cried as expected, crawling over one another and jumping about clumsily. Half of them already wore yellow tags, marking their future owners.
Out of the corner of his eye, Luke spotted a dog two kennels over. The mutt was a bit older – probably at least eight or nine, judging by his gray snout – and he wore a somber expression. He didn’t bark. Instead, he gazed at the man, almost in deep contemplation.
Luke approached him. “What’s your name?” he asked. The dog tilted his head ever so slightly. The man glanced at the tag on the door: Paws.
“How’d an old guy like you end up in a place like this? Guess you could probably ask the same of me.”
Luke dropped down to a knee as Paws walked closer.
“Hey,” Luke called over to the assistant, “what’s his story? I think I’d like to take him home and tell him mine.”
Though not necessarily a Christmas story, I hope “Paws” brought you a smile all the same. From my family to yours, Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays! And, as always, thank you for reading my work.
A quick note: I will be holding off on writing prompts until the new year. I’m still debating what I would like to do with them, but most likely I will send out a weekly prompt on Wednesdays through Prompts 2 Go.
Take care and thanks again!
That’s a great story and what I feel more people should do, adopt older dogs. Have a Merry Christmas with your family and we will “see” you when you get back!
Thanks for this heartwarming story, Justin. Perfect for Christmas. 💕🎄💕