The Pound

We finally pulled into the pound. A large warehouse building from the outside with a roll up metal door leading inside.

A button on the dashboard opened the door and we pulled in. Inside the loading area gimps were waiting and started unloading the cages in the back of the van. The dog catcher getting out and directing them to take them to various cages.

He returned to me and undid the leash from the ring, and helped me down out of the cab. I got back on all fours and followed. He smiled down, "Shit you are a good boy" he said petting me. "Maybe I'll just adpot you myself huh? Have you help me out here. I bet you could run down a runaway pretty well" he mused as he led me towards the hallway of cages. Each with a pet or a number of pets in them.

"Welcome to the pound mutt. Where pets wait to be adopted. Most here are like you from another world or runaways. Why we only have about 10 here at a given time."