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After a few hours, the man returned, carrying another dog who looked exactly like the mother of the hairy puppies who were running free, except that he was a male. The man shoved the mother back into her pen and dropped the male in with her before shutting the gate, locking them in together. The male seemed pretty glad to see the mother, but she snarled at him when he jumped on her from behind. The man left the fence gate open behind him, and I was surprised at the feeling of longing that swept through me as I peered at the tiny sliver of outside world visible on the other side of the fence. If I were ever running free in the grass, I knew I would head right out that open gate, but naturally the puppies who currently had that option didnt do anything about it; they were too busy wrestling.

The mother raised her paws up on the cage door and cried softly as the man methodically rounded up her puppies and carried them out the gate. Soon they were all gone. The mother dog paced back and forth in her cage, panting, while the male in the cage with her lay there and watched. I could feel her distress, and it unsettled me. Night fell, and the mother dog let the male lie with her—they seemed to know each other, somehow. The male was only in there for a few days before he, too, was taken away. And then it was our turn to be let out! We tumbled out joyously, lapping up the food that was set out for us by the man. I ate my fill and watched my brothers and sisters go crazy, as if theyd never seen anything so exciting before as a bunch of dog food bowls.

Everything was derfully moist and rich, not at all like the dry and dusty dirt in the yard. The breeze was cool and carried with it the tantalizing scent of open water. I was sniffing the succulent grass when the man returned to release our mother. My siblings bounded over to her, but I didnt because Id found a dead worm. Then the man left, and thats when I started thinking about the gate. There was something wrong with this man. He didnt call me Toby. He didnt even talk to us. I thought of my first mother, the very last time I saw her, escaping the Yard because she couldnt live with humans, not even with someone as loving as Senora. But the man didnt love us at all. My gaze focused on the doorknob in the gate.

There was a wooden table next to the door. By climbing up on a stool I was able to get on the table, and from there I was just able to stretch out and put my mouth on the metal knob, which instead of being round was a strip of metal, a handle. My tiny teeth werent very useful in getting a purchase on the thing, but I did my best to manipulate it the way Mother had the night she fled from the Yard. Soon I lost my balance and toppled to the ground, the gate still locked. I sat and barked at it in frustration, my voice a tiny yip. My brothers and sisters raced over to jump on me in their usual fashion, but I turned from them in irritation. I was in no mood to play!

I tried it again. This time I put my front paws on the knob to keep from tumbling to the ground, and as I did so it fell away beneath me, so that my whole body hit the lever on my way down. I landed on the sidewalk with a grunt. To my astonishment, the gate edged ajar. I shoved my nose into the crack and pushed, and it swung wider. I was free! I eagerly scampered out into the open, my little legs tripping over themselves. A dirt path lay right in front of me, two tracks dug into sandy soil. I instinctively knew that was the way to go. After Id run a few feet I stopped, sensing something. I turned and looked back at my new mother, who was sitting just inside the open gate, watching me. I remembered Mother back in the Yard, glancing once at me before heading back out into the world. My new mother wouldnt be joining me, I realized. She was staying with the family. I was on my own.

Yet not for a moment did I hesitate. I knew from past experience that there were better yards than this, with loving people who would stroke my fur with their hands. And I knew that the time for suckling at my new mothers teat was at an end. It was just how it was supposed to work—a dog eventually separated from his mother. But mostly I knew an opportunity was in front of me that was irresistible, a whole new world to be explored with long, if somewhat clumsy, legs. The dirt track eventually led to a road, which I decided to follow, if for no other reason than the fact that it led straight into the d, which was bringing me derful new scents. Unlike the Yard, which had always been parched, I smelled damp, rotting leaves, and trees, and pools of water. I skipped forward, the sun in my face, happy to be free, off on an adventure.

I heard the truck coming long before I saw it but was so busy trying to catch an amazing ged bug I didnt even look up until the door slammed. A man with wrinkled, tanned skin and muddy clothes knelt down, his hands out in front of him. Hey there, little fella! he called. I regarded him uncertainly. You lost, fella You lost Wagging, I decided he must be okay. I trotted over to him and he picked me up, holding me high over his head, which I didnt appreciate very much. Youre a pretty little fella. You look like a purebred retriever; where did you come from, fella The way he was speaking to me reminded me of the first time Senora called me Toby. I instantly understood what was happening—just as the men had pulled my first family from the culvert, this man had taken me from the grass. And now my life would be what he decided it would be. Yes, I decided. My name could be Fella. I was thrilled when he sat me down inside the front of the truck, right beside him. The front seat!

The man smelled like smoke and had an eyewatering tang to him that reminded me of when Carlos and Bobby would sit out in the Yard at a small table and talk and hand a bottle to each other. He laughed when I tried to climb up to lick his face, and continued to chuckle as I squirmed around in the narrow places of the truck, taking in rich, strange odors. We bumped along for a while, and then the man stopped the truck. Were in the shade here, he told me. I looked around blankly. A building with several doors was directly in front of us, and from one of them came strong chemical smells exactly like those coating the man. Im just going to stop for one drink, the man promised, rolling up the dows. I didnt realize he was leaving until hed slipped out and shut the door behind him, and I watched in disillusionment as he entered the building. What about me I found a cloth strap and chewed on it for a little while, until I got bored and put my head down to sleep.

When I awoke, it was hot. The sun now came full force into the truck, the cab airless and humid. Panting, I started whimpering, putting my paws up so I could see where the man had gone. There was no sign of him! I dropped my feet, which were literally burning from the dowsill. I had never felt such heat. An hour or so went by as I paced back and forth across the scorching front seat, panting harder than I ever had in my life. I began to quiver, and my vision was swimming. I thought of the faucet in the yard; I thought of my mothers milk; I thought of the spray from the hose Bobby used to break up dogfights. Blearily I noticed a face staring in the dow at me. It wasnt the man; it was a woman with long black hair. She looked angry, and I backed away from her, afraid. When her face vanished, I lay back down, nearly delirious. I didnt have the energy to pace anymore. I had an odd heaviness in my limbs, and my paws were beginning to twitch of their own accord. And then there was a hard crash, rocking the truck! A rock tumbled past me, bouncing off the seat and falling to the floor. Clear pebbles showered down on me, and a cool kiss of air swept in over my face. I lifted my nose to it.

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