Fiona Harrison - A Pug Like Percy - A heartwarming tale for the whole family

I licked her cheek in response. I knew she was just trying to be kind. After all, if that were true then Javier would never have abandoned me.

‘I’ve got a secret I want to tell you, Percy,’ she continued. ‘I’ve always had a real soft spot for pugs, and I’ve been crazy about you ever since you arrived yesterday. I’m going to make sure someone very special adopts you, because I want you to have the happiest of lives.’

She scooped me up with her soft, warm hands, then gently covered my little face with kisses. Her lips felt like tender butterflies fluttering gently across my fur and I wrinkled my face with pleasure before Kelly put me down.

‘I know you’ve had a shock. Being abandoned by your owner isn’t nice, but I want you to understand that while I’m out there searching for a very special family to look after you, I will be the one taking good care of you, do you hear me?’ she said in her silky, smooth voice.

I barked a little more enthusiastically than I had since I arrived – I wanted to let her know I had heard her loud and clear. I liked the sound of Kelly looking out for me.

‘Now, I like to make sure my special friends have a good time while they’re here, so I encourage playtime as much as I can,’ she said with a chuckle, as she walked towards the large window and beckoned me to follow. The window overlooked a large yard at the back of the shelter, which I had seen briefly when I arrived, but I had felt so bewildered then that I had been unable to take anything in properly. I peered out and saw several other dogs playing with humans in green uniforms like Kelly, while others were sitting around chatting to each other. They did not look even a little bit sad. In fact, as I watched one particularly overexcited cockapoo run wildly from one end of the square to the other, sending the fallen crisp leaves flying in his wake, I noticed he seemed positively joyful.

‘You see how some of them are running riot?’ Kelly asked, once more reading my mind. ‘Well, that’ll be you too a bit later on. You’ll have cuddles, walks, runs in the yard and friends to make. It won’t be so bad, and I’ll look after you.’

I rubbed my head against her legs in gratitude. Just being around Kelly was making me feel stronger and although I still desperately wanted to go home, I had a feeling that with Kelly on my side, she really would look after me as if I were her own.

‘Now I’m going to leave you to it as it looks as though your neighbours, Barney and Boris, are back.’ Kelly grinned as she ruffled my ears once more. ‘I’ll see you a bit later.’

As Kelly waved me goodbye, I saw a young West Highland terrier walk into the room on my left and a fairly fed-up looking elderly beagle enter the room on my right. I padded over to the big sheets of clear plastic that divided my room from each dog’s and introduced myself with a welcoming bark.

‘I’m Boris,’ the Westie replied.

‘And I’m Barney,’ the beagle explained mournfully.

I noticed Barney was still wet from the bath he’d obviously been given, with a sore-looking scratch on his belly. He flopped on the floor in front of me, looking decidedly sorry for himself.

‘How did you get that scratch?’ I barked curiously.

‘Trying to get through a cat flap,’ he replied mournfully, his long ears making his sad brown eyes look even more doleful. ‘I wanted to see if I could move into the house next door when my owner died. But when I got stuck in the flap, the neighbours brought me here.’

I shook my head in amazement. Beagles were supposed to be intelligent, and this was not one of the smartest moves I had heard a beagle make. Still, I realised this was not the best time to tick Barney off. Instead, I barked sympathetically and gave him the once-over. When his tummy had healed, no doubt he would be a handsome fellow and snapped up. I wasted no time telling him so.

‘Do you think so?’ Barney asked, brightening a little, his sad brown eyes looking slightly less miserable.

‘Oh, yes,’ I said knowledgeably, realising immediately that Barney could be a lovely-looking dog with a bit of TLC. ‘They’ll be beating the door down to take you in.’

‘Percy’s right,’ Boris barked loudly through the plastic. ‘You won’t have to wait long for a home.’

Barney’s tail thumped against the floor excitedly. ‘Awww, really?’ he asked. He paused for a moment, then looked at me. ‘Well, I don’t think it will be long before someone takes you in either. Everyone loves pugs, don’t they?’ Barney said, echoing Kelly’s earlier sentiments.

Boris slumped to the floor. ‘That’s true as well. You two will be snapped up and I will be all alone for ever.’

‘Of course you won’t,’ Barney reasoned.

‘I will,’ Boris barked. ‘I’m a bad dog, my old owner Sam and his wife Emma could never be bothered with me. I was always getting under their feet or in their way.’

‘I’m sure you weren’t,’ I replied. ‘So many dog owners think that all we need is a bowl of food, and a couple of walks. They don’t realise we need company, affection and—’

‘Love,’ Boris interrupted. ‘My owners never loved me. They thought they did, but when it came down to it, I was just too much trouble for them.’

I felt a pang of sympathy for the young dog. Barely out of his teens, he was just a little younger than me, and despite my own fears about the future, I wanted to make Boris feel better.

‘You’ve seen how lovely Kelly and the rest of the carers are here. She will love you, play with you and listen to you, all while helping find you a good home.’

‘She’ll be lucky,’ Boris barked darkly. ‘My owner Sam used to tell me I was such a pain, nobody else would want me.’

I growled under my breath. This Sam appeared to be unfit to lick Boris’s paws, I thought darkly.

‘You’re not a pain,’ I barked in anger. ‘You’re a lovely dog, Boris.’

‘Don’t pay any attention to your old owners,’ Barney added. ‘Any family would be lucky to have you.’

Boris rolled his eyes. ‘Easy for you to say, you’re both a lot cuter than I am. Nobody will want me.’

‘But it wasn’t always like that,’ I protested. ‘I felt as bad as you do now when my old owner Javier dropped me off here yesterday.’

‘What was he like?’ asked Barney.

I sighed and flopped to the floor, unsure where to start. When I thought of Javier, I felt wretched. Even though he had dumped me here, I still worshipped him and would do anything he asked if he walked through the doors right now.

‘Javier was a doctor from Argentina, who liked the finer things in life and he treated me like a king with the best food, treats and toys money could buy,’ I told Boris gruffly. ‘We lived in a flat in Battersea overlooking the River Thames, after he adopted me from my mum three years ago when I was a few months old.’

‘Sounds like a nice life,’ Boris barked appreciatively.

‘It was,’ I woofed. ‘I would nap when he was working, then when Javier returned, he would drink a cold beer straight from the fridge, before taking me out for a walk in the park, where we would chat and I would chew tennis balls. If Javier was working long hours, then his girlfriend, Gabriella, would take me instead, but it was never the same as she couldn’t wait to get our walk over with.’

‘So what happened?’ Boris asked, interrupting my trip down memory lane.

‘I was watching television one night,’ I barked gloomily, ‘when I saw they were both filling their suitcases with their belongings. Once the cases were filled, Javier picked me up, gave me a cuddle, told me he loved me, but that he and Gabriella had to go home to Buenos Aires, as their visas had run out.’