I looked out the window of the surgery in which I worked and saw him down by the docks again.
I wondered where his owner was or if he was owned at all.
I walked down and fed him half of my lunch, something I’d been doing for weeks.
This day the shaggy little mess was particularly forlorn, so I decided to take him to the pound.
He was never claimed and he officially became mine.
I cleaned him up and named him Scoda.
He then spent the rest of his days loved, happy, healthy and with his tummy full.
12 thoughts on “Scoda: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge”
Sweetness. Very Nice.
A happy ending! Very nice that Scoda has a home. Interesting name and lovely story.
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Sarah, Lovely, heartwarming story with a happy ending. Good for Scoda. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
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Awww…that’s a sweet puppy story.
Very dear story.
A sweet story with a happy ending. Nicely done.
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Dear Sarah, How wonderful that the doggie was adopted and not left to fend for himself. Good story and heart warming! Thanks, Nan