Harry the Homeless Puppy

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“Beth, we need to go now,” her dad told her gently. They didn’t have much time before they needed to leave for the airport.

Beth didn’t answer. She just stroked Harry’s soft white head and chestnut-brown ears. She couldn’t stop the tears dripping down her cheeks. The puppy jumped up, placing his paws on her shoulder, and licked them away. “Oh, Harry, I’m going to miss you so much. I don’t want to say goodbye,” she whispered.

Her voice was so sad that Harry’s curly tail stopped wagging. What was Beth talking about? It didn’t sound good. He hoped they could leave this place soon. It was too noisy, and it smelled odd. There seemed to be lots of other dogs here, he could hear them barking and growling and whimpering. He wanted to go back to his nice home.

“Here’s his basket, and his toys,” Beth’s mother said, putting them into the pen. “I’m sorry but we really do need to go, Beth; we have to set off for the airport soon. It’s going to be so exciting, isn’t it?”

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