The mist that filled the air began to find refuge on my face as I move swiftly through it. All I can think about is how I am going to deal with the problems that lie ahead this week. I can see my car along side a large pick-up truck with a few teenagers surrounding it. I decided to ignore them since I had things to worry about and things to do. As I insert my key into the car's key slot, these group of girls come up behind and startle me. They seem to be the same teens that were around the truck. In the hand of the girl with black hair was this puppy who has probably never seen a happy day. The two behind the black haired girl, a brunette and blond, begin to stare at me with this sort of countenance one would give their father when they wanted something, except it wasn't something they wanted me to give them, but what they could give to me.
 
        "Sir! Can you please take this puppy?" Startled, I could only stare at them in bewilderment. "We found him next to the road and we live in trailer parks so we can't take care of him. Will you take him?!" Still caught off guard, I ask to see the puppy. Handing me the poor excuse of a puppy, she gives the same expression the other two girls are giving me. "Well. . .I ugh. . .maybe. . ." but before I could finish all I could see were bright faces off of these three girls. "Thank you!" It was said as if in unison. The brunette wanted to give me a hug, but since I had a puppy and other items in my hands she would tap my arm before running off with her other two friends. I would be standing there, all alone, realizing what I have just done.
 
         I would further examine examine the puppy to see if there were any obvious signs of injury. What I come to notice was a large amount of fleas and ticks scattered upon it's fur. The poor creature even had a few fleas and ticks in one ear. Knowing standing in the mist was not going to solve anything, I begin the somewhat shameful trip home. Upon arrival I dig up some dog food that was meant for a dog that used to live here a while ago. Also salvaging a blanket, I set up a warm home for the puppy to have. Before I can let him sleep I needed to rid him of these insects. I was able to produce a bottle of flea and tick remover, but the hard part wasn't going to be using it on the puppy, but having to retrieve the bugs from his ear. Hearing him whine and scream only made the process even harder. "It's okay little buddy; if you just hold on it will be over soon." After the arduous task of getting him cleaned and fed I put him to bed.
 
        Upon wakening I can hear noises of a puppy in fear. Running outside, I see someone wielding a .22 near the little guy's head. "Stop!" I exclaim to who appears to be my mother. I am able to stop her from the heinous act she was about to commit but only to hear her retort . "I don't want another puppy Ben! I want this dog gone one way or another!" She would hand me the weapon and proceed to head to the bathroom to take a shower to help her relieve her stress. I could see a very frightened creature just a few meters away from me not understanding what is going on. I unload the rifle and lean it against the entrance to the house to hopefully not be used again. I would sit down in the nearby chair to evaluate the situation. I could get mum to kill him since I couldn't bear the idea of shooting an innocent creature, but I wouldn't want to bear the guilt of letting the puppy die when it has done nothing to deserve this. I would sit there for what appears to be minutes until the puppy started to scratch my bare leg, bringing me back to reality.
 
        I would begin to feel the stress of having this little creature around since I can't watch him all the time because of obligations I have to attend to, and I can't trust anyone nearby to take care of him. All I can think of to do is to take him to the nearest humane society for someone to volunteer to take care of him. Learning that they rarely put down animals, it reassures my idea that the puppy will be taken care of when I let him go. But then something just bothers me as I think of the reality where I don't have to worry about this puppy anymore. That night of cleaning his poor body again to remove the dirt that was left, a white color with brown bits in random spots appeared on him. This only reinforced the idea that I can't get him to stay this way, I inform the agency and await for a response.
 
        The distance between me and my destination began to diminish as time passes by. The beautiful creature would sleep on my lap, knowing nothing of what is about to happen. I would traverse the streets until I came upon a house that appears to have better taken care of than the other houses that surrounded it. Carrying the warm puppy, I would ring the doorbell to be greeted by a woman who looked as if she had never frowned in her life. After introducing myself and being invited inside, I find a place on the edge of a couch to await for the conversation to continue. "So I see this is the puppy you told me about! Can I see him?" Handing her the puppy, she would examine the puppy thoroughly just like I did when I first met him. "He's in great condition, though he will need to be checked by a vet. So you wish to give up this puppy." I would sit there, lost in my own world worrying about a lot of things. She would repeat the question to grab my attention, to which I responded with a quick, "Y-yes ma'am." As she would assure me he would be taken care of fully, I would request to see him one more time. Holding him up, I could see his eyes staring back at mine, as if to see my soul if I had one. I decide to whisper one last message into the now-clean ear of the puppy. "You'll be okay, I promise." Handing her the puppy, the little creature would begin to pout and make noises that filled the room. Hearing that made me want to tell her I changed my mind and I wanted to keep him, but my mind kept me quiet. She would lead me outside to thank me for my help in helping out the animals on the streets, then proceed to head back inside to do whatever these people do. Approaching my car, I can feel the returning mist rub up against my skin. As the mist on my face was beginning to be replaced by tears, I ran to my car and drove away in a depressed state.