Taken 'em home... what now?
When I picked out a puppy, the one that caught my eye immediately was the one that was in the corner, by itself, the outcast. It was also smaller than the others were. This was my puppy. As I picked him/her up, it yawned. It was so adorable, black body with brown on its left front foot, ears and a mask shape on the face, leaving black around the eyes. I held it close to my chest, trying to keep it warm, and tried to wipe off all the birth-gunk off it that the mother missed when she cleaned it before. It buried its nose into my jacket, and I suddenly wished that Donna would cuddle up to me like this, pressing herself into my shirt...
“Gee, you have to put your puppy in the box now.” Donna said softly, patting my little puppy. It yawned again and I placed it next to its siblings and wrapped a bit of towel around it.
“You should go now,” Jazz said, looking toward the back door. “Mum could come out anytime to tell me to feed Janey, and you guy’s will be in trouble if you get busted.” She explained. Donna bumped fists with her sister, and then did one of those ‘secret handshakes’ and they both ended up pretending to punch each other in the face and were jumping around. Well, that’s one way to say goodbye.
We went over to the fence, when Frank looked back at the dog kennel. His eyes were shiny, as if he was going to cry.
"Will he really..." His voice broke off as Donna nodded. I felt sorry for Frank. He loves animal, he doesn't eat them and he adores puppies. For him to leave three of them to certain, deadly fates and not being able to do anything, was too much for the kid. Frank turns away from the kennel and uses another wheelie bin to climb over the fence, but I know that we so wanted to go back for the puppies. I wanted to save them too, but I couldn't let Donna get in trouble. I already hate the bastard, and Donna has had more than her fair share of shit in the past few years.
Donna was holding the box and started to climb up the fence.
"Shit." She muttered to herself, and climbed back down.
"What is it?" Jazz asked before I could.
"Frank's not tall enough. Gee, hang on to the box as I go over and you get up and pass it to me, okay?" Donna instructed. I nodded as I took the box from her arms before she ran to the bin, leapt and jumped off the top of it and bounded over the fence, like a pro. Ooh, jealous.
I begin to climb up the bin too, and then Jazz quickly said something to me.
"I know who you guys are, you mean a lot to Donna. Hurt her, or disappoint her, and you're in trouble." Jazz said in a low voice, before turning and walking back towards the house. Was a fifteen-year-old threatening me?
I passed the box over to Donna and climbed over the fence, landing better than last time. I was glad that Frank was on the other side at the time, because I stumbled and almost face-planted!
We walked over to the car, and piled in. Frank was in the back seat again, holding the box. He was defiantly crying now, and it was horrible to watch. To try and sooth himself, he stated to stroke the creature we had managed to save. Donna was upset too, although she had already seen this happen before in the past, it must still be hard for her. Me, I felt guilty. Guilty for allowing that monster of a man just kill something as helpless as a day old puppy. But I couldn't really do anything; I didn't want to cause Donna any more pain.
I looked up at Donna and gently wiped away a tear that was slowly carving a path down her face. She didn't react, just stared at the road in front of us, driving slower than the trip to her parents place. I didn't know what to do, so I put my arm over her slumped shoulders for the rest of the trip.
I pulled up the car under the shelter and we all got out. Gerard helped Frank with the box while I opened the door. We walked into the house in silence, then, as I closed the door, Frank spoke.
"Umm, you know who these are newborn pups? How are we gonna feed them?"
Gerard mouthed some words, I think he was cursing.
"Fuck, I forgot about that." Gerard said. I shook my head, smiling a little. I was preparing for this moment for months, ever since Jazz phoned me up and told me about Janey.
"I got some puppy milk, some of the stuff that they use at the RSPCA for orphaned puppies at their age." I explained, pointing to the box in Frank's arms. "Bring them into the bathroom." I said, leading them there.
I stopped outside the room for a moment, grabbing some newspaper out of a basket. I spread some on the brown tiled floor in the corner, opposite to the door. I pulled a couple of towels off their hangers and mad a quarter-circle around the corner, to discourage them from wondering too far. I pulled pups carefully from the cardboard box and placed them on the newspaper before pulling out the green towel they were previously on and spread it out on the floor, and place the pups on top of that too. Frank's arm suddenly appeared, holding out another towel.
"Thanks." I muttered, before loosely wrapping the animals in it. I stood up, took a step back, Gerard wrapping his arms around my waist again, and pulled me in closer to him. I allowed him to hold me there for a minute as I watched Frank take my place and tug at the green towel here and there, getting it so that the babies were warm. After a minute, I gently pulled Gerard's arms off me and muttered "they need food."
I ran to the kitchen and found the puppy milk I had stored. I poured some into the baby bottle I had brought for this and put them in the microwave for a minute, warming it up. I stared at the machine, waiting impatiently for it to finish. I badly wanted to be back with the puppies, tonight will be the hardest. If we succeed in keeping them alive, then we'll be able to keep them. If we fail... NO! I screamed in my head. That will NOT happen. Be positive! They WILL make it! They will!
The microwave started to beep, and I opened the door before it was finished making that annoying noise. I put the tops on the three bottles and ran back into the bathroom. I found that Frank had put the box on its side and was using it as a mini doghouse. I handed Gerard and Frank a bottle each.
"Have you guys ever fed a baby before?" I asked them.
"Have you guys ever fed a baby before?" Donna asked us both. Nope.
"Uhhh..." Frank trailed off. I don't think he has either. I shook my head. Donna sighed and had a bit of a smile on her face. She picked up her charcoal coloured puppy and softly put the teat up to its mouth. She squeezed it a little to make a bit of milk trickle out of it and to entice the pup to clamp on. It finally understood and started to suckle. Donna glanced up at us.
"That's how you do it." She said, looking back at her baby. I picked up my black and mud coloured pup and copied Donna, same with Frank and his caramel one. At first, my puppy wanted to bury it's head into my chest, but it got the idea of eating soon enough, and was sucking away at the bottle happily.
As I stroked it's miniscule brown ear, and though about what I should call it. I had no clue, names whizzing around in my head. First off, I had to find out if it was a boy or a girl. I wasn't going to check right now, not while it was eating. I sat, thinking of an appropriate name. It was a bit of an outcast, adorable and tried to nuzzle up to me all time. A name...
After 10 minutes, Donna put her hand over mine, pulling me out of my train of thought. No matter, I wasn't any closer to having a name.
"Gee, when there are no air bubble coming up through the milk, it means that it's finished." Donna said. I looked down at the bottle that was still in my hand and in my pup's mouth. Almost all the milk was gone, and there were no air bubbles. It was finished. I looked at Donna and Frank, both of which had finished feeding their little bundles of joy and had way more milk in their bottles than mine.
"Okay, I'll remember that next time." I said, setting the bottle down, rubbing my puppies dark back. Frank looked over at me.
"Nice one Gee, you chose the greedy one!" He exclaimed. I pretended to be hurt.
"He's not greedy, he was the outcast. He probably hasn't eaten anything yet, and yours probably has!" I said, defending my pup.
"Whatever." Frank laughed and went back to playing with his.
Curiously, I slowly turned my puppy over to check it's gender. Female. The puppy didn't really like it, so I turned it back over. Well, that helps with the name.
"Hey guys, what are we gonna call our puppies?" I asked.