‘ I was walking through the park, on my way to work. I heard whimpering coming from behind a big round bush. “Who left these puppies here, behind these bushes”? sighed Myrtle, just as she said that out loud, the people that were in the park with their children, ran over to see for themselves. ” Awe”! They gazed at the puppies in a big pen. ” Who could leave these puppies here”? said one of the lookers. Myrtle replied, ” I was just thinking, maybe
someone figured, they would all get a good home because this park is well known for families.” ” That’s a heck of a way to do it—–if this is true, mumbled a young man.” ” Yes that is true, I replied . At least the person or persons who dropped these cute puppies off—- Left them a few toys , also food and water, that’s all over this big pen.” I looked down at my watch , “Oh Gosh”. ” I’m going to be late for work, I’ll be back in a while. “Everyone went back to what they were doing, several children were crying , they wanted a puppy. It sounded like the parent wasn’t haven’t it. Two of the puppies were curled up sleeping, the other two were whimpering and wagging their little tails. ” How Cute” ? I said to the young man still standing , ” Okay let me go, before my boss fires me .” Only kidding .” ” My name is Stan, and yours?” “Myrtle” ” Nice to meet you Stan.” ” I’m going home and see if my grandmother is alright. Will be back to check on these puppies. My grandmother might know who is behind this. Maybe she wants one, have to ask her. ” “Okay” “Like I said before gotta go ! “Hope to be able to come back later, bye !” Stan went back home to his grandmothers house. He told her about the puppies. She said, “they probably belong to the man down the street. He loved his dogs. Joe passed away three weeks ago. Shirley, my next door neighbor, told me the daughter took her fathers two grown dogs home with her. Couldn’t take care of the puppies. She didn’t want to just leave them in the house. Joe didn’t like the kennels for some reason. Joe’s daughter must of left them at the park , knowing some good person would take care of them. Stan ate lunch then went back to the park. The puppies were all sleeping. He waited on the bench close to the puppies for Myrtle. It seemed like hours passed , no Myrtle. Just as he stood up, to stretch. Stan saw the puppies playing with each other, trying to pull on the toy. Later they all ate what was left in their bowl and fell back to sleep, all cuddled up to each other. After a while, Myrtle showed up. Stan told her what his grandmother said. “Oh My” she sighed….” We have to find them homes today. How old do you think they are ?” “My guess , around seven or eight weeks” ” How about you, take two home to your grandmothers house, until you find them homes. I’ll take the other two home to my apartment . I’ve been wanting to adopt
a puppy, but not finding time. Maybe this was meant to be.” Stan was quite, and looked like he was doing some serious thinking. “Well ” “I know my grandmother can’t take care of them, she has trouble getting around. Your taking two home. So I believe, when I go back home. I’ll take them with me, maybe I’ll give one to my nephew, and the other to my daughter.” “Sounds like a plan to me. Your not going to believe this, but I’ve given them names already. The chubby one on the left is Pork Chop, the other one is going to be named Axel.” Myrtle proudly announced. “Nice” Stan replied. As he was taking two of the puppies out of their pen. Let’s take the puppies to their new home.” “Okay Stan, it was nice meeting you, hope to run into you again. You take care of your babies, bye.” Myrtle was carrying Pork Chop, and Axel home talking baby-talk to them.