
Robyn Bird
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Currently on a haitus, if you will, story-blocked atm. I do miss it, and wanting to continue.
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Gunther & Andi
One night while I slept soundly in the comforts of my bed, I could hear my parents talk as they walked through the front doors of our 3-bedroom house. They were talking aimlessly, about everything, and the nothings we endure as a family. A new sound that hasn't been heard in a long while had made itself known, then it continued to make even more noise. With a jump in my heart, I slowly crawled out of my bed, down the hall, and then found my father holding a small puppy. His fur was light brown with black, and white flecks of hair all over. My parents had gotten him from a nearby community, a family relative was giving away a litter of puppies, and my parents had named him Gunther. We could never keep an animal since we lived a life where priorities weren't met with. Everything changed when we had Gunther though, and I miss him a lot.
By Robyn Bird4 years ago in Petlife
