The fireplace was warm as was my owners lap. It was fall and my owner, people called him Timothy, had recently been taking me on longer walks. The scenery was wonderful and the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin were prominant. Colored leaves bigger than my face would fall on my head in front of me and everywhere else. My stepbrother, Tucker, a black and white mutt with no dominant breed visable was also on these walks. The leaves were smaller than his face. Sometimes, I envied him. He always got to see a different point if view in the world. Unless I was picked up by Tim, I could never see that far. Tucker always described to me what he saw which was nice but wasn't the same. After these walks Tim would play with me and his wife Susan would play with Tucker. Life was good.
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"Crate" Tim told me. Crate now? I thought what a peculiar time. It was around 2:30 ish. Maybe we are going on vacation!! I thought excitedly! I walked into the nearest crate which I thought was my own. Tucker was no where to be seen so I didnt pay notice that the crate was a bit big. The crate had only slight breathing holes in the top and 2 in the sides. The dog in the crate was hard to see. Suddenly, I was being picked up. I heard the front door open and late autumn winds blew through the cracks. Brrrrrrr! "If he is what you say, Ill give you 250 for him." What? Why is Tim negotiating a number with the other person. I whimpered for an answer. "Be quiet Tuck!!" Tim shouted at me. Wait, he thought I was Tucker? Oh no!! It was to late I was already being passed of to the strange man. Tim started crying "Ace come here boy" into the house but no dog came. Then I was placed in a car and taken away from everything I ever knew.