If you remember Melody is at the animal shelter. Her goal is to bring home a dog named Charmer before Levi comes to the house and discovers she was the girl at the dock. The same female who claimed she was looking for her dog.
Our word prompt is abrupt. See if you can find it in the text. I may have tinkered with it a little.
Mary nodded in the direction of the pens where a small pot-bellied pig snuffled his excitement at their entry. “Some rich lady driving a car that probably cost more than my house dropped that fellow off. Told me she was tired of it. Decided she wanted peacocks.”
How could people abandon their pets so abruptly? Why should it surprise her when she’d been the victim of abandonment? Once by her mother and half dozen foster mothers who decided she wouldn’t suit, whatever that meant. What really hurt is when people decided to keep the other foster children. Why was she the one that had to go?
Mary gathered the food dishes while Melody lugged in a fifty-pound bag of dog kibble. She ripped the bag open and generously doled out the food.
“Being awfully free with the food, aren’t you, girlie?” Mary teased her, wiggling her eyebrows.
She shook the pans to even out the kibble. “Maybe I am. For some it might be their last meal.” Saturday was the last ditch attempt for some animals to find a home. Adult dogs, especially mixed breeds, were only spared when an individual wandered in to the shelter, who didn’t mind the grey in the dog’s muzzle. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen much. Monday was kill day.
Grabbing two of the filled dishes, Mary carried them to a nearby pen. “You’re so right. A few found homes yesterday.”
“Charmer?” Her heart skipped a beat, afraid the dog she invested all her affection on went home with someone else.
Mary snorted. “Good heavens, no. You’re the only person to find that dog acceptable. Besides being old and a mongrel, he has a bad disposition.”
Her eyes scanned the kennels looking for the dog in question. Charmer looked at her with devoted eyes and gave a hearty thump with his overlong tail. “He’s just had a hard time. His tough grumpy facade is just an act.”
Mary brushed past her to feed the other dogs. “Believe what you want. I’d be glad to see another dog placed. I think you just might have a place in your heart for hard luck cases.”