She was in a school. There were little hands everywhere. Tail pulling, ear grabbing. And softness. Light pets. She stayed in an office away from her human mommy. And slept. But people kept looking at her, wanting her.
"Many of you have seen Lola, my puppy..." the email began.
"She is ready to be hosted in your classrooms if you would like to sign up!".
She was alone in a classroom, a big open space with lots of stuff. Her human mommy had brought her bed and some toys, and then closed the door.
After ten minutes, another human lady came in. She petted Lola. And Lola climbed all over her, smelling her, licking her. She liked the lavender smell, the stuff that human lady had put on her skin, her fur-less skin. Lola ate her shoe a little and then persisted until the human lady picked her up and let her sit on her lap. She dozed there, knowing that the human lady was typing away on a computer, typing away on some thing that was stupid and a distraction. The new human lady looked upset. And she did not have braids.
Little humans started filing in. This human lady had rules.
"This is Lola. She is a puppy. If she walks up to you, you can pet her. But you cannot chase her. It scares her. She is only eight weeks old".
"What kind of dog is that?" one of the children asked.
"Well, she's a Pit Bull" the human lady answered.
"I am afraid of those dogs...."
"Don't be afraid. I won't let her come near you, but when you are ready, you can pet her if you want".
Lola's bed ended up in the middle of the rug that the kids sat on for instruction. Each child could put one hand on her, and they did. It felt nice. Lola slept, and was stroked and petted by sixteen five year-old hands.
Oh so drowsy. So very drowsy.
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