Mark held Buddy by the scruff of his neck, pointing a gun at his head! "I would just kill him here and be done with it, but I have a special death for this little rat...." he said evily. He laughed and just as he did.... "WHAAAA!!" Buddy flew from his arms as Rio attacked the mans face, squawking and crowing angrily. "Nobody... and I mean NO-BODY, messes with my friends!" He clucked, it almost sounded like a growl. Buddy, his pain forgotten, go up and ran to the car which his master was being held captive in. Mind you, his owner was watching all this. Buddy pushed open the door and out came his master, more angry then ever! "YOU LEAVE THAT ROOSTER ALONE, YA HERE?!!!!" My master yelled as he ran, swinging a big stick in the air as he went. It was quite interesting to watch as the three men ran to their truck, right past my master, who was now stopped, watching as they dove into their seats, turned the truck on with a roar... and zoomed off down the road. All was quiet for a moment, then joyous yells and barks and squawks filled the chilly January air. Master hugged all of us, including Rio, who now was quite proud of himself and was puffing out his feathers. Quickly we rushed Buddy to the vets. We sat impatiently in the waiting room, which was quite uncomfortable for Rio, as many dogs were staring at him licking their chops, but Rio refused to leave until news came about Buddy. The vet came in and said quietly, "Your dog is in the intensive care unit.... i'm afraid.... i'm afraid he isn't going to make it. Both his back legs are broken, one of his organs was punctured and he is having trouble breathing. The kindest thing to do is to euthanize him. You and your pets may come in and say your goodbyes.... i'm very sorry."
My owner bowed his head, crying softly. He walked after the vet, followed by us. The vet opened the door to a room... and a collie lay on the bed? "Um... Buddy is not a collie." My master said slowly. "Oh! You're not his owner? Woops... sorry. I'm new here and... well anyways, your dog Buddy is all patched up in the other room, ready to go home." The vet said, embarrased. Tails started to wag in the air, excited clucks came from Rio, and my master said, "Yes!!!" happily! We ran to the other room and opened the door. Buddy sat in the cage with one of his legs all bandaged up. "Buddy!" Master whispered, crying happily. Buddy wagged his tail and stood to his feet. "Where's the pitbull?" Buddy asked. "She wanted to wait outside." I said. "She?" Buddy said to nobody in paticular. "C'mon, guys, lets go home." My master said. As we started to walk out the front door, a lady came in, yelling, "PLEASE! I just found a dog by the side of the river! She has a puppy with her!" Soon 3 vetinarians ran out and came in carrying... Gracie and Tucker!
Sorry for the short chapter... wanted to keep the intensity up!
Within a second Buddy was chasing after the vets, barking "GRACIE!! SON! YOU"RE ALIVE!!!! THANK GOD!" So, all of us made a U-turn and went back in the vet office, sat down in the waiting room. Buddy was very nervous... I could tell because he was chewing all his nails off! Soon the pitbull padded through the doorway and asked "What was all that barking about? Who's that?" And so began the storie of Buddys journeys. It lasted quite a while, because Buddy gave every single detail. "May you pass this story on to your kids, all of you." Buddy said proudly, sounding somewhat majestic. "HEY! We haven't named her yet! Rio squawked. "Who?" I asked. Rio looked at the pitbull. "Oh... hmm... well how about.... no, that doesn't sound right... maybe.... no...." I said, debating over the names that spun around in my head. Buddy was completely ignoring our name-the-dog game, and said worriedly "I sure hope they're okay." I spun around and demanded "What did you say?" Confused, he repeated "I sure hope..." "THATS IT!!!" I barked in victory! "WHAT?!!" Buddy yelped, quite confused now. "Hope! Thats her name! Hope!" I panted. We all looked at the pitbull for approval, and with a wag of her tail, she became Hope. Suddenly a vet came out, her apron covered in blood. That made Buddy get weak to his bones, because he collapased in master's arms. "The dogs... are yours, correct?" The vet asked hesitently, and continued when she saw a nod from my masters head, "Well, they have hypothermia because of the cold water, in fact, they are barely alive. The mother dogs leg is broken, probably from smashing into rocks in the river. Would you like to come see them?" With that, Buddy ran into the surgery room, followed by the vet and all of us. When we got in, it was a sight to see. Buddy had hsi 2 front paws, lifting him up so he could see them, on a steel table that Gracie lay on. Gracie had bandages all over her legs and stomach and a bag of water hung from a rack and led to her shoulder where a needle was stuck in. Tucker lay at another table, not quite as bad, but with a blanket wrapped around him. "Take good care of Tucker, Buddy." I heard Gracie whisper, and then a small screen (kinda like what humans sit and watch all the time) started blinking and making strange noises. Gracie closed her eyes and vets ran all over yelling in chaos, "WE"RE LOSING HER!"