The leash unhooked and the golden-furred puppy turned around one last time. His owner smiled and waved his puppy off. “Bye Buddy!” he said as he walked away. Buddy barked and ran into the huge, red building. Right above the entrance stood a sign, welcoming him back for another week of dog school.
As soon as he entered the shiny blue door, a small Black Labrador raced up towards him, taking quick twists, but being careful to avoid the colorful splatter of different breeds in the hallway. “Hi Buddy!” he yelled enthusiastically.
“Hey Tony, what’s up?”
“Buddy! How have you been?? I hear Mr. Bork will be our instructor today,” he said smiling.
“Mr. Bork...he’s that boring man, right…?
“Ugh, I hate him…he’s kinda scary and he needs to smile a lot more...”
“Yeah, but did you see how he picks up balls, how he holds the ball, and how he THROWS the ball!? It’s amazing!”
“It gets old, really old. You know what this school needs? Something fresh, something new! I want some excitement, I want some commotion!”
Having remembered that they both stood awkwardly in front of the front door, they slowly began to walk deeper into the school, chatting away about what had happened during the past week until the bell rang. As the sound boomed throughout the hallway, every canine leaped, surprised at the sudden interruption.
“Is Mr. Bork in the Triangle room or the Circle room?” asked Tony.
“I think he’s in the Circle room…” Buddy replied. “Shoot, that’s at the back of the campus! Let’s go!” Buddy yelled before sprinting off, Tony slightly lagging behind.
As they ran down the final hallway to their room, Buddy’s hazel eyes two sharp and bright, yellow eyes out at the end of the hallway, but before he could take a better look, Tony took the lead. “Tiring out already?” he called out, smiling cockily. Taking it as one of their many challenges, Buddy forgot everything else and dashed forth with all that his legs could give, barely reigning victorious.
At last, they reached the door with a circle, but whoever those eyes belonged to had disappeared. “That’s Mr. Bork, right?” Buddy asked, staring at the portrait of a man with a faint smile on the door.
“Yup,” Tony said simply.
As the two dogs entered the room, they found it full of their friends. They greeted each other enthusiastically and began to retell their individual experiences from their past week. Buddy had “played with” the most slippers of the group, but Sara, their Siberian Husky friend, had defended her household against the evilest mailmen. They chatted for what seemed like hours, but only a few minutes had passed and Mr. Bork was still nowhere to be seen. Out of the corner of his eye, Buddy saw the sharp eyes once more, cautiously creeping into the class, head down.
Buddy was curious. I haven’t seen him before, he thought. What breed is he? He can’t be a husky. His head is too big, fur is too silver, eyes are too bright. Wait...he’s… “A WOLF!!!” Buddy accidentally yelled, silencing the whole class and turning their attention to the new creature in the room.