Bailey cowered behind the rusty slide, hyperventilating. His leash was tied to one of the posts of the climbing frame, right where his Master had abandoned him the night before.
A child’s squeal rang through the air. “Daddy, look.” A little girl was pointing at him. He wagged his rump, wishing he’d had a real tail, and tried to look adorable.
The man smiled and Bailey wiggled his rear more eagerly.
“Can he live in the doghouse?” Bailey sent a pleading gaze at the girl’s father, hoping he’d become his new owner.
“Maybe,” the man said and untied the leash.
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