During summer vacations, I would volunteer at the
vet's, so I'd seen a lot of dogs. Minnie was by far the
funniest-looking dog I'd ever seen. Thin curly hair barely
covered her sausage-shaped body. Her bugged-out eyes always
seemed surprised. And her tail looked like a rat's tail.
She was brought to the vet to be put to sleep because
her owners didn't want her anymore. I thought Minnie had a
sweet personality, though. "No one should judge her by her
looks," I thought. So the vet spayed her and gave her the
necessary shots. Finally, I advertised Minnie in the local
paper: "Funny-looking dog, well behaved, needs loving
family."
When a young man called, I warned him that Minnie was
strange looking. The boy on the phone told me that his
grandfather's sixteen-year-old dog had just died. They
wanted Minnie no matter what. I gave Minnie a good bath and
fluffed up what was left of her scraggly hair. Then we
waited for them to arrive.
At last, an old car drove up in front of the vet's.
Two kids raced to the door. They scooped Minnie into their
arms and rushed her out to their grandfather, who was
waiting in the car. I hurried behind them to see his
reaction to Minnie.
Inside the car, the grandfather cradled Minnie in his
arms and stroked her soft hair. She licked his face. Her
rattail wagged around so quickly that it looked like it
might fly off her body. It was love at first lick.
"She's perfect!" the old man exclaimed.
I was thankful that Minnie had found the good home that
she deserved.
That's when I saw that the grandfather's eyes were a
milky white color - he was blind.
