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"Its alright... you're safe." I heard a man say to me and as I opened my stinging eyes, I saw the blue sky and the sun. I looked around and saw firefighters running everywhere... and I saw my mom on a stretcher. "Mom! Mom...." I said anxiously and tried to sit up, but the man gently pushed me back. "No, no. Its alright. She's going to be fine, son." He said. "My dog. Where's my dog?" I whispered. "Dog? What dog?" He asked, confused. I sat up again and he tried to push me back down, but I shouted, "Let me up! I'm fine!" So he let me walk to my mom. "Ben.... I love you..." She said when she saw me. I hugged her, then searched the landscape for the collie, but nothing was to be seen except humans running all over the place. (I don't quite understand why... the fire was out, yet they still run around in a panic like scared little chickens.) The shed! I ran to my backyard and sprinted to the shed door, still ajar from when he must of pushed it open. There, on the burlap bag, sat my dog. He had ashes all over his dirty fur, and he looked quite tired. He licked his back paw, and I could clearly see a wound on it, probably got burned in the fire. I reached to pet him, but he jumped back and bared his teeth in defence. I sighed and whispered, "Please let me touch you. If I don't, I can't help you. Please." He remained tense, ready to run. I had no food, nor water for him; so I just sat and talked to him. "I can't believe... you saved me. And my mom. You're a strong dog. Maybe a herding dog.... maybe you were once a firedog. Maybe... maybe you're just a normal dog. Maybe you knew I needed help... maybe you knew I liked you and was trying hard to keep you. And love you. And take care of you. Whatever you are... you're a good boy. You know, you still haven't got a name. Everyone needs a name. You need a good name... loyal and brave, a trusting name. Hercules? Naw, too weird. Lucky? No no, to common. Rover? Ok, thats bad. That makes me think of the game, red rover red rover. Well.... maybe you don't need a name quite yet. You know me and I know you... so names don't matter quite yet." I chuckled and said, "Listen to me, going on and on to a dog. I haven't talked this much to my parents in months! Then again... they never ask. They're always busy with work." I swallowed hard at the last few sentences. My parents... well, they always seemed to busy for me. I looked at the dog. He looked at me and seemed to listen.... dogs are good like that. They don't walk away, they don't have places to go, or people to call.... they just listen and seem to... care.
