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A strange man stood in the doorway. I had never seen him before in my life. The last time something like this happened before, I never saw my brothers and sisters again. Somewhat reluctantly, my owner left me for a split second. I felt the anxiety rush through my body. I quick lunge and I was gone. I was overpowered, despite my best efforts, leaving a trail of noise in my wake.
Thrown into a car, I watched as my home faded from view. Would I ever see my family again?
Time passed slowly, as dusk crept in. The soft hum of the engine soothed me, giving me the slightest slice of comfort, sending me to sleep.
Seagulls. I hated the things. I used to love chasing them. The reminder of home saddened me. It was even worse that I couldn’t see the. Where was I? I was trapped in a cage, wrapped in a thick tartan blanket. Maybe I was going home? I felt the car slowly nudging forward in conjunction with the sound of horns, shouting and the mechanical furore of heavy machinery. The engine clicked off and a door slammed. I was alone. Scared. I heard talking outside. The car boot opened and the blanket was pulled from the cage, unveiling a thuggish bald man. Everything about him was intimidating. He was approaching me with a briefcase. Placing the briefcase on the ground, he unveiled his phone from his pocket and was pointing it at me, accompanied with faint clicking sounds. When he was done, the blanket was thrown over me again and I was hoisted into another vehicle.
We arrived at what I assumed was the man’s home. It wasn’t very pleasant, especially compared to my old home. It was grotty and bare. I didn’t really know how anyone could call this a home. I was left in a damp kitchen, as the man exited the room and went upstairs.
It was beginning to be morning and sunshine was beginning to pierce the rags that appeared to be curtains. I had been left alone all night and I was growing hungry. The man clambered downstairs, taking a brief look at me before making a phone call. Whilst he was on the phone, however, an array of flashing blue lights lit up the house from the outside. Visibly panicked, he rushed to the window, shut the curtains smashed his phone, and ran for the door. Before he reached the doors, 3 uniformed men barged through, knocking the man off his feet and onto the floor. Somewhat startled, I was approached by the 3 men, picked up and placed into the car with flashing blue lights. Surely this wasn’t happening again?
We drove for a while before stopping and that’s when it hit me. I was home at last. The door opened and she was waiting for me in the garden, crying. Overcome with joy, I dived straight into her arms. It was so good to be home. I didn’t really understand what had happened, but I didn’t really care. All I know is that being a rare lilac bulldog gets a lot of people interested in you.