Lost Puppy

Posted January 20, 2025 by Olivia in Flash Fiction, Olivia Sands / 0 Comments

Buddy didn't mean to get lost.
One moment he was sniffing an intriguing scent near the open gate, and the next, he found himself in a maze of unfamiliar streets.
His fluffy tail, usually held high with confidence, now drooped with uncertainty as he padded along the busy sidewalk.
The city was a whirlwind of activity. Towering buildings cast long shadows, and the constant hum of traffic filled his sensitive ears. Buddy's nose twitched, overwhelmed by the myriad of new smells – none of which led him home.
As he trotted past a parked car, Buddy caught his reflection in the shiny hubcap. He let out a small whimper.
A kind-faced woman noticed him and knelt down.
“Hey there, little one. Are you lost?” she asked gently.
Buddy's tail gave a hesitant wag, but before he could move closer, a sudden noise startled him, sending him scurrying down an alley.
Heart racing, Buddy ran until he found himself in a quieter part of the city. A savory aroma wafted from a nearby restaurant, reminding him of the treats his family would give him. The pang of homesickness grew stronger.
As the day wore on, Buddy's paws began to ache from the unfamiliar concrete. He longed for the soft grass of his backyard and the comfort of his bed. But how could he find his way back ?
Just then, a familiar sound caught his attention – the jingle of tags on a collar. Another dog was approaching, walked by its owner. Buddy's ears perked up.
Buddy approached the other dog cautiously. The other dog, a friendly golden retriever, sniffed at Buddy curiously.
“Oh, hello there,” the owner said, noticing Buddy. She knelt down, examining his collar. “Buddy, huh? Where's your family, little guy?”
Buddy whined softly, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
“Don't worry, we'll help you find your way home,” she assured him, pulling out her phone. “Let's see if we can locate your owners.”
As the woman made a call, Buddy and Max, the golden retriever, got acquainted. The big dog seemed to sense Buddy's distress and nuzzled him comfortingly.
After a few minutes, the woman's face lit up.
“Good news, Buddy! I've reached your family. They've been looking everywhere for you!”
Buddy's ears perked up at this, his tail wagging furiously.
“Come on, let's get you home,” she said, gently picking up Buddy.
The walk home was a blur to Buddy but then the woman turned onto his street and Buddy could barely contain himself.
And there they were – his family, standing on the front porch. The moment they saw him, their faces broke into relieved smiles.
“Buddy!” They called out, rushing to meet him.
As soon as the woman put him down on the floor, Buddy bounded towards them, yipping with joy. He leaped into their arms, showering them with enthusiastic licks.
As his family thanked the kind woman and Max, Buddy sighed. He was sooooo tired.
While his adventure had been exciting, nothing compared to the love and security of home.
He snuggled closer to his human, grateful for the kindness of strangers and the joy of being found.
That night, curled up in his bed, Buddy drifted off to sleep, his paws twitching as he dreamed of his urban adventure, happy he had found his way home.


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