Filed under: prose | Tags: animal rescue, animal shelter, faerie, fantasy, fantasy story, green puppy, hound, prose, puca, short story, urban fantasy
Rob enjoyed his volunteer work at the animal shelter, in spite of his peculiar talents. Another man who could turn into a hound at will might have found it degrading or disturbing to work with kenneled, abandoned animals in his free time, but he considered it a form of community service. Besides which, the apartment he shared with his girlfriend didn’t allow pets, and Rob had always loved dogs – perhaps because of his unique perspective, but likely not. Plenty of vanilla humans loved dogs too.
He didn’t have a lot of time – school took up most of it – but he still tried to devote what he could to stopping by the shelter, which was where he was when rescue workers brought in the green puppy. “Get me a towel,” a uniformed veterinarian told Rob as he walked by, carrying a bundle through the halls from the reception area.
“Somebody broke the law on this one,” Rob commented when he’d retrieved a towel as ordered and they brought the poor thing into the examination room. “No way she’s eight weeks yet.”
The full-timer grunted. “Makes you sick, doesn’t it?”
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