Gabby Cooke

Indie

I came home one day to the strange sight of my family kneeling in a circle. I asked if everything was ok, my dad waved his hand for me to come over. To my delight they were all fixated on a timid puppy curled up in a ball. The pup was a stray from Tennessee, he was seven months old, and his coat black with a white chest. We had no idea what breed he was but we're thinking a terrier mix. The shelter named him Indigo which we found fitting, so we call him Indie. He was so nervous, my large family must have been overwhelming, he could barely move. He remained tail tucked and withdrawn everywhere he went around the house at first.