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Chapter 41: The Storm

Polly hid behind the bushes right when the human he was waiting for was passing by.“I can’t believe you did that!” Dory said placing her left wing on her forehead.Polly spoke from where he was hiding. “What?”“Oh, come on out here. You just blew your chance to be noticed.”“I’m too scared. I haven’t recovered from what happened to Saucy. I don’t think I can take another heartbreak.”“You are just going to see if she will notice you! And if what those three dogs have told me were true, then I don’t think you will have your heart broken.”“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you can talk with those three big dogs. It’s just not possible.”“Okay, watch me.” Dory flew first to the branch of a narra tree in front of the crates.The teacher, Poll

Chapter 42: Saved For Now

Heavy rains continued to pour. So heavy that it felt like nails pricking every part of Polly’s body. There were no more children and adults passing that alley. It was just Polly stuck on one side of it. He sat there just trembling. His brain was commanding his body to move but his muscles refused to follow.He closed his eyes praying for the rain to stop and even the rain refused to do so. Instead, it went on in the same intensity for hours. It felt like the rain was pressing him further down onto the ground.“This is it. This is how I am going to die.” with no one in sight to rescue him, he was certain that he would not last for a few more hours under that heavy downpour.“But no! I can’t die like this! All I have to do is hold on a little longer. Just like what I’ve been doing time and again. I don’t have my mother and brothers to cheer me on, no Pilita or Lupita to share the agony with, no Martin and Brun

Chapter 43: Crushed Again

“So I am not dead! That’s one cause for a celebration.“And my human finally noticed me!”“Your human? I don’t think that’s right!” it was the white dog with brown patches that spoke, the leader of the three, the one that stayed in the middle crate.“Yeah, it’s premature for you to say that!” agreed the black one.Polly was about to say something when he felt his legs depart from the ground. When he looked behind him, he saw that his human was carrying him with her bare hands. He could feel all ten fingers, her palm supporting his whole body.He had never experienced being held like that by a human. He was so high from the ground. If he fell, he could really break more bones. But he looked at her face. She did not look like she was about to do that.She then held Polly with just one hand and opened the crates of the three larg

Chapter 44: The Carton Box

Polly was looking around from inside the box. It was not too tall for him not to see the surroundings. Once in a while, he would glance at Terry. He couldn’t believe that she could do this to him. “I mean, she saved me from the storm, she kept me warm, she fed and even gave me a bath only to throw me away? That just does not make any sense.” Polly was busy with his thoughts that before he knew it, they were hailed in a three-wheeled vehicle, a tricycle, as they called it. The box where he was in was not on the floor. It was on her lap. Sometimes, he would feel her hand on his body when the ride would go over rough parts of the road. “Where could she be taking me?” Furry Friends Grooming Services and Pet Supplies. The tricycle stopped right in front of it. The shop looked really nice and clean and there were lots of pictures of purebred dogs and cats. It was much like Patty’s Pet Shop and Pet Supplies but a little sma

Chapter 45: The Three Dogs: Their Story

“I can’t understand why Terry has to get another dog. There’s so many of us already!” Tagpi posed the question while the three of them were in their crates during school hours.Since there were only three crates, Polly had to join Popo in his. He was the only one nice enough to share the space with him.Polly pretended to be asleep. He wanted to find out what these dogs think about him.“We should get used to it. That’s how Terry is.” Bantay replied.“Popo, I can’t believe you are taking another responsibility. Remember the time you got separated with Cattlily? I knew how difficult that time was for you. It was hard to start a friendship with someone and then having it abruptly end.” Tagpi said.“What are you implying? That I should get mad at Terry for taking Cattlily away?” Popo whispered. He did not want to wake Polly up.

Chapter 46: Insecure

Polly always looked forward to mornings and afternoons just like Popo, Bantay, and Tagpi. At dawn, the three large dogs would assemble by the gate looking at the path where Terry would walk with a basket of food.Polly wanted to join them there. He was excited, too, but he was afraid he might rock the hierarchy. He felt then that it was only Popo who had truly accepted him. So he just content himself watching the three dogs welcome Terry. They jumped, they spinned at the mere sight of their human.“I do not know whether they had been trained but at least when it comes to patience and control at meal time, the three certainly displayed them to a T.”They just stayed in their open crates as Terry divided the food.“One, two, three bowls.” Polly counted. The bowl that Polly was using in the last few days was that thin microwavable plastic that always got ruined. Much like the temporary food bowls that Cornelio used f

Chapter 47: Mind Over Heart

It was tiring, hopping from one situation to another. Polly missed the certainty his mother and brothers once brought to his life. Since being left alone, everything had been nothing less than a roller coaster.“Polly! Polly!”The sound made him freeze. It was faint, almost a whisper. Polly looked around but saw no one.“Polly! Polly!” the voices came again.He stood up inside the closed crate, ears alert. Tagpi and Bantay flicked their ears but ignored it. Popo, too, seemed unfazed.“Over here, Polly!”Slowly, two heads appeared from the side of the gate.“Martin? Bruno?… Am I dreaming?”The two dogs did not answer. Without a word, they walked away.“Who’s Martin? Who’s Bruno?” Popo asked.Polly sat down heavily. “They’re my friends. Before I came here, I used to be with them in a pack.”“What are they here for? Honestly, I don’t think it’s a good idea if they join us here. We already have our hierarchy. Terry won’t be able to handle a power struggle.”“Power struggle?” Polly tilted h

Chapter 48: Whispers of the Past

The yard was quiet that evening when Polly heard it.“Polly… Polly…”The voice was faint, drifting through the gate. He lifted his head, ears pricking, heart pounding.“Polly! Polly!”Two heads appeared in the fading light. Martin. Bruno. His old packmates.“Martin? Bruno? Am I dreaming?” he whispered.But they didn’t answer. Their eyes were unreadable, their tails stiff. Without a sound, they turned and vanished into the night.Polly pressed his nose to the bars, desperate to hold on to their scent, but the wind carried it away.“Who were they?” Popo asked, rising to sit beside him.“My friends. Before I came here, I ran with them in a pack,” Polly said quietly. “Maybe they came for me.”Popo’s brow furrowed. “If they do, it won’t be simple. This place already has its order. New dogs bring fights. I’ve seen it.”“Power struggle?” Polly tilted his head.“Exactly. Bantay and I once nearly killed each other over it. It wasn’t worth the blood. Terry’s the only reason we’re still here. She

Chapter 49: The First Hug

The morning air was crisp, and sunlight poured into the yard, painting the kennels gold. Terry’s footsteps echoed on the concrete as she carried bowls of food. The dogs stirred to life. Bantay barked once, Tagpi’s tail thumped, and Popo pushed his nose eagerly through the bars. Patsy leapt gracefully from the porch railing and landed near her feet, meowing as if he owned the place.Polly stayed in the back of his crate, quiet, his eyes fixed on her. He had learned to wait—always last, always careful. He didn’t want to seem like he was pushing his way forward. Still, when Terry’s eyes met his, his chest tightened.She knelt, slipping bowls inside the kennels. “Good boys,” she murmured, stroking each head in turn. When she reached Popo, she bent lower, pressing her cheek against his fur. Popo wagged his tail proudly. Bantay barked, Tagpi licked her hand, Patsy rubbed against her leg.Then her gaze drifted to Polly.“Polly,” she said softly, as if testing the name again.He lowered his h

Chapter 50: The Heart That Tried Not to Love

Polly lay in his crate, pretending to sleep as Terry’s footsteps echoed faintly from the kitchen. He could smell her scent—soap and bread and the faint trace of something floral that clung to her clothes. It was the kind of smell that felt like home, and that terrified him.He didn’t want to get used to it.He had been used to things before—warmth, love, safety—and each time they were taken away. The last time it happened, the ache almost killed him. He had promised himself: never again. Never let the heart lead. Never love too much.But love had a way of sneaking in through the cracks of caution.“Polly!” Terry’s voice called from the back door, bright and lilting. “Come here, boy!”He tucked his head under his paw. Maybe if he stayed still, she would think he was asleep.“Polly?” She stepped closer, kneeling by his crate. Her face appeared between the bars—soft eyes, lips curved into a smile. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s stretch those legs.”He turned his face away.Tagpi, lounging a

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