It was raining, he could hear it hammering on the metal sheeting that roofed his prison. Sam sighed and lay down on his hard bed. He’d no idea how long he’d been there. Weeks. Months. He wondered what he’d done to deserve this. Whatever it was he’d not do it again. Ever. 

If he was given a second chance. 


The outer door opened. 


“His last owner cried leaving him. Couldn’t afford to keep him and feed her children.”

“He’s gorgeous. We’ll take him.”

Sam looked up into a kind smiling face and wagged his tail.

A second chance.

E.M. Swift-Hook

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