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Rain always brought with it, questions that beheld the mind of the puppy. The pitter and patter gave him a soothing sense to wonder in thought. Sometime he'd question the simplest of things, even if the answer was there. Those were the day's when he questioned his future.

The pup shivered at the growing cold from the metal cage that surrounded him. The newspaper crunched as he shifted his back against the cage, trying to find as much comfort as he could. He was cold in the small room. The cages rang with each dog scurrying around, as though they were too scared. In truth, he was as well.

It went without say that when dark clouds rolled in, there would be some anxiety from every dog that roamed in the shelter. The barometric pressure was off, and the clouds were dark. The usual Tuesday for kids to view each dog was held, as the day was met with rain. It was too wet for dogs to play with the children and develop a playful bond with them.

The kids were still able to mingle with the dogs indoors however, making it fair game to see who'd be taken home. Peabody found it harder however, as he was usually ready to try his best on impressing the children outside. Indoors brought on a whole new field of experience for the dog.

He had to determine whether or not to leave his cage and mingle, or stay within it and let the kids browse. He didn't want to seem pushy as well, due to the change of atmosphere with the children's mood, as they weren't too pleased with being indoors instead of playing outside with the dogs.

Peabody has always thought it confusing that the kids were scared of him. Some thought him possessed when he tried to shake their hand. Some thought it uncanny to hear his voice enter their conversation. Others tried to brush him off as a figment of their imagination. they wouldn't conceive of the slight possibility that a meer canine could host a voice in human conversation, as well as the mind of a human.

There were those who looked at him as though he was a friend. A companion that they would love. They never shunned him, or looked away from him The ones who paid him mind, sparked his heart. He always tried to grasp on to the hold he gained from them, but never managed.

They'd leave him still. Some found a dog in need. Some found a dog they wanted. Some found that they didn't need a pet at all. he couldn't blame them on their choosing. He could only wish that they would reconsider or take more than just one.

He didn't blame his brethren for getting picked. He looked upon himself with shame. Shame that he would think that today would be different. The thought in his mind scorned him, and he dismissed and reminded himself to keep hope.

Always asking why he was born this way. What happened to him when he was younger? The question came with him to a halt, as he never would know the true answer. He was too young back then to know. he went the day in activities to ease his curious mind.

The day ended, and not a single person left with him. He was well aware that, in a few weeks, the shelter would gain more dogs that were rescued or transferred. For now, the cages were now barren with a few leftover dogs.

Peabody always dreaded these times, when the weather was this way. There was no way to keep his mind away from it. He knew there would be no way for it to harm him, while he was inside the shelter, but he always felt scared about it. No sounds, but the whimper of his other litter mates. it gave him unease.

If the rain brought him questions, the thunder brought him answers….

A/N: Next chapter will of course be about him and how he gets scared of course. I hope you guys enjoyed this little chapter. Please review. It's always interesting to hear from you guys.