The Abandoned Puppy

by Holly Webb

  For Kitty

  www.hollywebbanimalstories.com

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  The littlest puppy whimpered quietly. The cardboard box had stopped bouncing up and down, but no one had come to get her out, and it was still so dark. She didn’t like it. She didn’t know where her mother was, and she was hungry.

  She squeaked in frightened surprise as a low rumbling noise shook the box. It seemed to be moving again, swinging and then sliding across the floor. Her two brothers slammed into her, knocking her against the side of the box as the car went round a sharp corner.

  The journey seemed to go on for a very long time, but she couldn’t even curl up for a sleep. Every time she managed to get comfortable, the box would slide around again, and they’d all be on top of each other. It was nothing like their rough-and-tumble puppy play in the big basket at home. This hurt, and they couldn’t go and snuggle up against their mother when they wanted the game to stop.

  Pressed into the furthest corner, the puppy scrabbled anxiously against her brothers. They were sitting on her again! Then she realized that they’d stopped – the box wasn’t sliding around any more. Her brothers stood up cautiously. They listened, flinching a little at the creaky wheeze of the car boot opening. Then the box swung up into the air, and was dropped down with a heavy thud.

  They heard footsteps, hurrying away. And then they were left alone.

  “Are you ready to go, Zoe?” Auntie Jo was standing at the front door to their terraced house, wearing her wellies and her Redlands Animal Shelter fleece.

  “Yes!” Zoe dashed down the hallway, stuffing the packet of dried apricots that Mum had found in the back of the cupboard into her lunchbox. She and Mum had both forgotten she’d need packed lunches this week, so Zoe’s lunch was a bit random. Still, she really liked golden syrup sandwiches!

  “Where’s your big sister?” Auntie Jo asked, peering down the hallway into the kitchen.

  “She’s still asleep.” Zoe shook her head. “Kyra thinks I’m mad getting up early to come with you when I don’t have to.”

  “Well, if you stayed at home with your sister all day you’d just end up watching TV for the whole of the Easter holidays!” Mum called out. “You’ll have a much better time at the shelter!”

  “I heard that!” Kyra’s voice floated down from upstairs. “I’m not asleep and I’m not watching TV. I’m revising! In bed! See you later, Auntie Jo. I’ll come and pick Zoe up.”

  Kyra had her GCSEs coming up, so she was revising as hard as she could. Zoe was really glad that Auntie Jo had said she could help out at the shelter – she normally only got to help out after school. It would have been boring being stuck at home with Kyra, and Mum couldn’t afford to take any time off work. Sometimes when they were off school she got to spend the day with her friend Becca, but Becca had gone to her gran’s in Scotland for the fortnight.

  “Thanks for letting me come for the whole day,” Zoe said to Auntie Jo, as they walked to the shelter, which was about ten minutes from Zoe’s house.

  “That’s all right!” Auntie Jo grinned at her. “I’m not going to be letting you off lightly, you know. I’ve got a long list of jobs for you to do, starting with cleaning out the dogs’ runs, then bathing the cats, and maybe even knitting some bodywarmers for the guinea pigs…” She looked down at Zoe’s worried face. “It’s all right, I’m teasing you, Zo! There will be loads of useful stuff you can do, I promise, but it’ll be mostly exercising the dogs, if it’s not too wet. They don’t get walked as much on the weekends, because that’s when we get most of our visitors. They’ll all be desperate for a good run around.”

  Redlands was quite a small shelter, but it took in every kind of animal. The staff did their best to get them all rehomed but it wasn’t always easy. Auntie Jo had been working there for three years now, ever since she’d gone to the shelter to get a cat and come home with Barney, her gorgeous tabby. She had been working as a receptionist at the local vet back then. That’s how she knew all about Redlands. She’d ended up volunteering to help out at the shelter in her spare time. Then, when a job had come up as manager, she’d jumped at the chance. Zoe had been delighted too.

  “You’re so lucky, getting to be at the shelter every day, and see all the dogs,” Zoe sighed. “I’m definitely going to work somewhere like Redlands when I’m older. Or maybe I’ll be a vet,” she added thoughtfully.

  Auntie Jo smiled at her. “It is a lovely job at the shelter,” she agreed. “But it does have its sad bits too. Sometimes it makes me so angry the way people don’t look after their animals properly. And it isn’t always the owner’s fault either. Sometimes they really love their pets, but they just can’t care for them in the same way any more. That’s really heartbreaking.” She sighed. “I just want to take them all home with me. But four cats is quite enough.”

  Having just Barney the tabby hadn’t lasted very long. Auntie Jo was a sucker for big fluffy cats.

  “Mmmm. So, did anybody take a dog or cat home over the weekend?” Zoe asked. She loved hearing about the new homes the animals went to. She liked to imagine herself into some of the stories Auntie Jo told. She would have loved to have had a dog from the shelter, but she knew they couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to leave it all alone in their house while Mum was at work, and Kyra wasn’t really a dog fan either. She’d been chased across the park by a huge Bernese Mountain Dog when she was about four. She and Mum had been on their way to nursery, and Kyra had been on her scooter. The dog had only wanted to be friendly, but Kyra hadn’t known that, and she’d fallen off trying to get away from him. She’d been scared of dogs ever since.

  “Edward got chosen this weekend!” said Auntie Jo. “Finally! I’m so pleased, Zoe. I thought he’d never find a home!” Zoe grinned. Edward was one of the older dogs – a bulldog. A lot of people seemed to think that they were weird-looking. Everyone always wanted a cute little puppy but Edward had such a sweet nature.

  “An elderly man came in,” Auntie Jo went on. “He wanted Edward straightaway. He said that he’d always had bulldogs, and Edward was a smasher. That’s what he called him – a little smasher!”

  Zoe giggled. “I hope he isn’t. He is a bit clumsy. He does bump into things.”

  Auntie Jo laughed. “One of the staff went round and did a home visit, because Mr Johnson was so keen to take Edward straightaway. She said it looked perfect. A nice bit of garden, and near a park for good walks. She reckoned Edward and Mr Johnson were a perfect match – both of them on the elderly side. You know Edward never liked walking very fast!”

  Zoe nodded. She’d taken Edward round the park with Auntie Jo and a couple of the other dogs from the shelter before. It was the slowest walk she’d ever been on!

  “Lucky Edward. And lucky Mr Johnson,” Zoe said. “I bet they’re having such a lovely time.” She wrapped her arm through Auntie Jo’s, and leaned against her with a sigh. “I know we can’t, but I do wish I could have a dog of my own…”

  Chapter Two

  The box seemed to be getting colder and colder. The April night had been frosty, and the puppies had huddled together to keep warm. They weren’t used to being outside at night and there was only the thin cardboard box between them and the concrete steps. They had always slept in their comfortable basket, snuggled up next to their mother. The cold was a frightening shock.

  The smallest of the three, the tiny girl puppy, woke up first. She was m
iserably stiff, the cold aching inside her, and she scrabbled worriedly at the cardboard under her paws. Her two brothers were still asleep, curled up together, but somehow during the night she had rolled away from them. Now she was on her own in the corner of the box, shivering and hungry.

  She tried to scratch at the side of the box, wondering if she could get out, and somehow find her way back to her mother.

  But even her claws hurt this morning, and she felt weak and sleepy. Too feeble to claw a hole in the side of a box.

  She still didn’t understand what had happened. Why had they been taken away from their mother, and their warm basket? Was someone going to come and get them, and take them back to her? When they’d been put into the box, she’d heard her mother barking and whining – she hadn’t wanted them to go any more than they had. The littlest puppy had a horrible feeling that they might not be going back.

  Zoe and her aunt were nearly at the shelter. Zoe could feel herself speeding up. She loved it when they got to be the ones who opened up at Redlands – it was a real treat, and usually only happened if Auntie Jo let her come and help on a Saturday. She knew that all the animals would be excited to see someone after the night on their own. The dogs would be the most obvious about it, jumping about and scrabbling at the wire mesh on the front of their pens, and barking like mad. But even the cats, who usually liked to be more stand-offish, would spring up from their baskets, and come to see who was there. The shelter had a big pen full of guinea pigs at the moment, so there would be mad squeaking from them as well.

  Auntie Jo was searching in her bag for the keys, so it was Zoe who first noticed that there was something strange on the front steps.

  “What’s that?” she asked curiously, frowning at what looked like a box in front of the main door to the shelter.

  Auntie Jo looked up from the bunch of keys. “What?”

  “There. On the steps. Maybe someone’s donated food to the shelter, Auntie Jo!” People did bring in pet food for the animals occasionally, Zoe had seen them. “It’s funny that they didn’t bring it in when there was someone who could say thank you, though.”

  “Mmmm…” Auntie Jo was walking faster now, the keys dangling forgotten in her hand.

  “What’s the matter?” Zoe asked. She could see that her aunt looked worried.

  “People leave us other things too, Zoe,” Auntie Jo sighed. “It might be an abandoned animal in that box. If it is, I suppose that at least they’ve brought it to us, but I hate it when they just leave it like that.”

  Zoe felt her eyes filling with tears. The box was just a box, a shabby cardboard one. How could someone stuff a cat or a dog in there, and then just leave it? It was so mean!

  They hurried up the steps, and sat down slowly, one on either side of the lid. Auntie Jo took a deep breath. “I never get used to this,” she murmured, as she started to unfold the flaps on the top. “It’s been such a cold night. Look, there’s frost on the top. If there’s something inside, I hope it hasn’t been in there long.”

  There was a feeble scrabbling noise from inside the box, and Zoe caught her breath. “There is something inside there!”

  Auntie Jo frowned at the box. “Yes. And I’m being silly, Zo. We should take the box inside. We don’t want whoever’s in here getting scared and leaping out.”

  Zoe nodded. “Good idea. Shall I take it?” she asked hopefully. “You unlock the door.”

  Carefully, Zoe slipped her hands underneath the box, shivering as she touched the clammy, cold cardboard. Whoever was in it must have spent a miserably cold night. She heaved the box up, and felt something inside it wriggle. There was a worried little squeak, and a yap.

  “It’s OK,” she whispered. “We’re just taking you into the shelter. It’ll be nice and warm in there. Well, warmer than out here, anyway.”

  Auntie Jo had unlocked the doors now, and she was just turning off the alarm. She held the door open for Zoe, and they hurried into the reception area, putting the box down on one of the chairs.

  “I think it’s a dog,” Zoe told her aunt. “I definitely heard a yapping noise. But it can’t be a very big dog, the box hardly weighed anything at all.”

  “Let’s see.” Auntie Jo lifted the flaps of the box – it was meant to hold packets of chocolate biscuits, Zoe noticed – and they both peered in.

  Staring anxiously up at them were three tiny brown-and-white puppies.

  Chapter Three

  The littlest puppy flinched back against the side of the box. She was still so tired from being bounced and shaken around, and now the light was flooding in, after hours of being shut in the dark. It hurt her eyes and she whimpered unhappily. Her bigger, stronger brothers recovered more quickly, bouncing up to see what was happening, and where they were. But the little girl puppy pressed her nose into the corner of the box, hiding away from the light. She was too cold and tired to get up, anyway.

  Zoe and her aunt gazed inside, and Zoe pushed her hand into Auntie Jo’s. She’d never seen such little puppies at the shelter, she was sure. They were the smallest pups she’d ever seen anywhere. “Oh my goodness, three of them,” murmured Auntie Jo.

  “They’re so tiny,” Zoe whispered. “They can hardly weigh anything at all.”

  Auntie Jo nodded. “Mmmm. They’re far too young to be away from their mother, really. They can only be a few weeks old. Well done for keeping quiet, Zo. We don’t want to scare them. They may not be used to seeing different people.”

  The puppies were looking up at Zoe and Auntie Jo uncertainly. One of the boy puppies scrabbled hopefully at the side of the box, clearly wanting to be lifted out.

  “Well, he’s not shy,” Auntie Jo laughed quietly.

  Very gently, she slipped her hands into the box, and lifted out the puppy.

  He wagged his stubby little tail, and licked her fingers. “Yes, you’re a darling, aren’t you?” She turned to Zoe. “They must be starving if they’ve been in this box all night. Now I can see him properly, I don’t think this little boy can be more than four weeks old. He’s probably only just been weaned from his mother. They should be having four or five meals a day, and a bit of their mum’s milk still.”

  Zoe giggled. “That’s why he’s trying to eat your fingers…” Then she looked worriedly down into the box. “Auntie Jo, what about the little puppy in the corner? Is she OK? She isn’t moving like the other two.”

  Her aunt sighed. “No, she isn’t… We’d better have a look at her. Can you bring the box along to one of the puppy pens? Then we’ll have somewhere cosy for them to curl up, and we can mix up some puppy milk. Maybe a little bit of Weetabix mixed in it too. We’ll have to see what they think. They may not have had any solid food yet.”

  Zoe gently lifted up the box, with two puppies still in it, and followed her aunt through to the main shelter area, where all the pens were. Dogs jumped up excitedly as they came past, barking for their breakfast, and for someone to come and make a fuss of them. Zoe looked down worriedly at the two puppies in the box. The bigger one – she was pretty sure it was another boy – was now standing up, balancing carefully on plump little paws, and listening to the new and exciting noises. He looked up curiously at Zoe – the only person he could see at the moment.

  Maybe he thinks it’s me barking! Zoe thought to herself, smiling down at him.

  But her smile faded as she looked over to his litter-mate. The tiny puppy was still curled miserably in the corner of the box. She didn’t seem to want to get up and see what was going on at all.

  “We’ll put them in here – nice and close to the kitchen,” Auntie Jo said, opening one of the pen doors, and crooning to the puppy snuggled in the crook of her arm. “I’m pretty sure we’ve got a big tin of that powdered puppy milk replacement left,” Auntie Jo murmured. “And some of the made-up bottles. I’d better order some more though.”

  She sat down on the floor in the pen with the puppy in her arms, and Zoe put the box down next to her, kneeling beside it. “Should we take the ot
hers out?” she asked, looking at the boy puppy, who was clawing excitedly at the side of the box now.

  Auntie Jo nodded. “Be careful though, Zoe. Don’t scare them. They might not be very big, but puppies can still nip if they’re frightened. Get the bigger puppy out first, then we can let him explore with this one, while we see what’s the matter with the tiny one.”

  Zoe reached in and picked up the puppy, who was still standing up against the side of the box. He wriggled and yapped excitedly and when she put him down on her lap, he squirmed around eagerly, trying to see everything in the pen. Then he nuzzled Zoe’s fingers, and wriggled carefully down the leg of her jeans, making for the floor. He obviously just wanted to go exploring this new place.

  The other boy puppy was still snuggled on Auntie Jo’s lap, looking around curiously, but not quite confident enough to go marching around like his brother.

  “Try just giving the little one a gentle stroke,” Auntie Jo advised. “Don’t go straight in and pick her up. She isn’t looking at us, and she’d get a shock.”

  Zoe reached in and ran one finger down the puppy’s silky back. The brown fur was so soft, but she didn’t feel as warm as her brother. “She’s pretty cold,” Zoe said, glancing round at Auntie Jo. “Even just touching her. And she’s sort of floppy.”

  Auntie Jo bit her lip. “She’s suffered more being out all night because she’s smaller. Here, put this on your lap, Zoe.” She lifted a soft fleece blanket out of a padded basket in the corner of the pen. “Then lift her out carefully, and wrap her up. Just loosely. And keep your hands round her to warm her up a bit.”

  Zoe nodded, and gently cupped one hand around the puppy. The tiny dog shivered a little as she felt Zoe’s fingers, and turned her head slightly. But she was just too weak to look up. Zoe slipped the other hand underneath her, and lifted her out on to the blanket. She swathed it round the puppy, stroking her gently through the folds.