Louie: My Story: At the Shelter, Part 2

A few days later, the blonde lady returns to the shelter, points at me, and says, "I'm here to adopt Gus."

Picking me up, she says, "Your days were numbered. We'll just watch you around the Border collies."

After placing me in a plastic box, she fills out some paperwork with the woman who feeds me at the shelter.

"By the way," the shelter worker tells the lady. "His real name is Louie."

When I arrive at my new home, I discover what a Border collie is.

I didn't want anything to do with that.

I run upstairs, crawl under a chair, find a hole in the underlining and crawl in there.

I think I am safe, until I am found by this.