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He's On A Mission From Dog
The luggage tiptoed out of the spa. He didn’t have to sneak, but it would make things easier. The pretty rose lady was gone and the watch man had said no puppies. The luggage didn’t understand exactly what was going on, but he was determined to do something. Anything. Blessed with unending patience and determination, he set off on his mission. He didn’t know precisely what he was looking for, but the luggage would know it when he found it. Like all things that used to be trees, he had an unerring instinct for dogs. He swayed back and forth, like a hound picking up a scent and then headed off for the lights of Margate.

He scuttled around a corner, looking like a bit player in a low-budget spy movie. If anyone saw him, they’d think he was some sort of animal. And if he met anyone, he’d just stop. Who noticed a box sitting on the sidewalk? Of course, he could just get rid of them, but that caused unnecessary complications. The luggage skittered across the street, calluses clicking on the pavement. He was getting closer.

A low grey building loomed ahead. This was the place. The luggage hesitated in front of the door. He could just barge through, but that too would cause unnecessary problems, not to mention a lot of noise. He backed up a few steps and took a run up at the wall. There was a bright flash of light (Damn! How he hated that!) and he was inside the shelter. He stopped just inside the door and waited, ‘looking’ around.

It’s quiet inside the shelter and the luggage glides silently along the concrete halls. There are wires everywhere.



A Rottweiler, aroused by his movement, comes to the wire and growls softly at the luggage. The luggage steps up to him and the Rottweiler has a good sniff. The dog is puzzled. He’s never smelled anything quite like this before. There is the scent of some strange wood and feet? And something else that he can’t identify. He gives a soft whine and the luggage brushes up against the wire mesh. He doesn’t like cages and briefly considers smashing through it and letting the dogs out, but the Rottweiler, having decided the luggage is no immediate threat, gives a prodigious yawn and goes back to his bed.

As the luggage moves slowly down the halls, there are other soft doggie noises, but no one barks an alarm. He comes to another door, labeled ‘Bernice’ (no matter as the luggage can’t ‘see’ it), and again there is the annoying flash of light. There is more noise in this room, puppy noise. The mewls and cries and tiny yips of those who cannot yet sleep through the night fill the room.AH! The luggage’s teeth flash briefly in a satisfied grin. This must be the place!




The luggage stands unmoving before the basket of puppies. He seems to be staring, but it’s difficult to tell. He tiptoes just a bit closer and the puddle of fur shifts as the pups notice the movement. One of them, more curious and adventuresome than the others, struggles to the edge of the basket for a closer look. The luggage freezes, not wishing to frighten the dog. The pup struggles over the side and lands at the luggage’s feet with a soft plop and a whimper of surprise. It sniffs at the luggage’s toes. This is interesting! The puppy has never seen toes before. It gives one a tentative lick. The toes obviously meet with approval. Maybe they’re good to eat! The puppy tries a nibble. Then another. The luggage’s toes twitch. It tickles!. The pup, delighted by this new game, digs in and begins to chew enthusiastically. Soon its whole body is wriggling with delight. The other pups, curious and not wanting to be left out of the fun, join their sibling on the floor. There are more than enough toes to go around and the luggage finds himself surrounded by small furry bodies thoroughly enjoying themselves and his feet.