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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 9:27 pm
BROWN!
This afternoon, Harper was a blur on her bicycle on the outskirts of Destiny City: dashing down sidewalks and actual bicycle lanes and occasionally cutting through a yard if there wasn't a fence or too many obstacles. Turns were taken at a pace she would not have dared on any other day, but this was an emergency, so adrenalin and necessity overwrote caution. The gamble had mostly paid off, with only a few small tumbles off the seat that, for a time, left her more running with the bike than riding on it. Luckily, all of this was going on during a time of day that didn't see many people idly roaming around, even in the summer, or else there may have been a great deal more ruckus.
However, it was quite unlucky as to why she was racing towards the animal shelter at all.
Wound in a bundle and clenched tightly in her hand, itself white-knuckled against the handlebar, was Brown's red leather leash and collar. Harper had honestly thought there was no harm in taking him nearer the city for a change of pace in his walk -- that was obviously a mistake. Not used to Brown being much more than a clingy homebody, it was all she could do to keep ahold of the leash when he suddenly bolted after a stray dog. He had quickly wiggled free of his old collar, and then he was gone and out of sight. Lost in a mottle of streets and neighborhoods full of who knows what.
This wasn't the barn, or her house near a bit of woods, where he could eventually wander back of his own accord hours later with nothing said. "When in Rome", Harper thought, "go to the shelter and pray they haven't found him in a mess or worse.".
Finally there -- in truth, it had only been an agonizing 15 minutes or so -- Harper barely locked her bike to the rack properly before she was through the front door, the leash and collar still securely in her hand.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 8:55 am
Chris was doing his best to keep things normal in his life, so spending a few hours at the animal shelter like he usually did was a good way to keep himself distracted. Classes were over for the day and he would get to his homework and projects later. He didn't have to worry about ex-girlfriends here, or about the civilians stuck at the Surrounding. He would go there later, but for now he just wanted to spend some time with the animals who also needed care and attention.
It had already been a long day, but it was still pretty early. He'd arrived there about an hour prior and had already taken care of changing the water in each of the dog's cages, as well as make sure that the cat's litter boxes were all cleaned out. There weren't too many people visiting and looking at animals, so there wasn't much he could do. At least not where animals were concerned.
The young woman who usually manned the front desk was taking a break, and since he was the only other one who knew how to work the system, it was Chris that saw the panicked girl come in after very nearly getting hit by a car in the parking lot that... he was pretty sure she never even saw. He couldn't help but notice how worried she seemed to be.
"Is everything okay?" he asked as she came through the front doors, standing from where he was seated behind the counter. "Can I help you with anything?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:12 pm
Harper thanked the Powers that Be that there was someone actively tending the front desk: an auburn haired boy that looked a bit older than herself. He appeared competent, at least. Unfortunately, she became mildly aware of a terrible irony as she found herself a little too out of breath to actually say anything immediately. (If there had been time, she would have been irritated at this on top of everything else.)
Using the space between the door and the desk to slow down and take more measured breathes, she felt it was safe to hazard a sentence fragment or two.
"My dog... missing," Harper managed out. Another breath, then, "On a walk, over there, then a stray dog... he ran off." She wasn't sure this type of information would even be needed, or what would be helpful otherwise. One statement was settled on. "Yes, we need help."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 10:03 am
"Your dog's missing?" Chris frowned, leaving his post by the desk as he could check in the room just behind him for something. He came back after only a few moments, holding out a water bottle for her. She looked like she needed it.
"No one has come in yet with a found dog, but I can definitely put out a notice for him, okay?" he offered, trying his best to keep her from freaking out. It was good that she came to the shelter first, if only to get the information down about the dog, but it sometimes took a while for people to bring in found pets.
"I'm Chris," he introduced in a rush, before nodding towards the waiting room chairs. "If you'd like to sit down, I can get the paperwork filled out for you. What's your dog's name? And anything you can tell me about him?" he asked, pulling out an unused clipboard and placing a blank page on top. He would get all the information organized into the system, once he was done. He didn't want to slow things up for her by having to find the right file on the computer and waiting for everything to load.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:23 pm
Harper automatically accepted the water Chris offered, clinging to it with the same grip as the collar and leash were held in; she certainly did need it after blazing a two-wheeled trail of anxiousness all the way here. For a moment, she wanted to snap back and tell him off about seeing to comforts before finding Brown. Fortunately, she couldn't catch enough breath to do so before the rest of the information rolled in.
Her heart fell when he said that Brown hadn't been turned in already, however unlikely or impossible that may have been in the first place. She nodded at the offer to make a notice, and followed his motion toward the waiting area though she couldn't bring herself to sit. The authoritativeness was turning into the best comfort, like an assurance that this guy -- and therefor herself, too -- was doing everything possible.
Harper found herself opening the water bottle as she answered.
"His name is Brown. He's... brown," she said, suddenly embarrassed for the terrible name she and her brother had come up with. "Light brown," she added quickly, "A shorthair. He's some sort of mutt, but he mostly looks like a retriever. About 6 years old now." Harper paused to take a sip of water, sorting through the information rolling in her head. "He's a good dog. He's never done this before."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 5:50 pm
Chris jotted down the dog's name and then paused at its color, having to try very hard not to grin at the name now that he realized that it was just because the dog was, well, brown. He clamped his jaw and lips shut, though, turning his head away for only a moment to laugh to himself, and then get back to the business of helping this girl find her missing dog.
"And he pulled his collar off?" he asked, glancing to the one in her hand. It wasn't too difficult to piece two and two together, but hey... he had to make sure of everything. "It's okay, we'll have people keeping an eye out for him," he said, turning to the computer so he could type up something, explaining as he did so. "I'm going to send out a Tweet to the rest of the volunteers that are in the area. They'll all be keeping an eye out for him... Answers to the name 'Brown'... sent. There..." he said, mostly to himself, but also so the young woman knew he wasn't trying to blow her off. That would be horrible.
"Um, let's see, I just have the rest of the form that needs to be filled out, if you don't mind? We'll need your phone number and name, for our records at the very least," he said with a sympathetic look on his face. "Once we get all that done, I'll get someone to cover for me and we can go out and look for him?" It was all he could think of doing for now. Hopefully people will know to turn the dog into the shelter if they found him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:39 pm
Harper brushed her fingers along the ridges of the old, seemingly sturdy collar when Chris asked about his escape; she could only nod to confirm his suspicions. It was still rather hard to believe, that Brown was there one minute and gone the next so quickly. She would have expected someone to pick him up and run off sooner than this.
A bit of a country girl yet, she was surprised to hear that the shelter could "tweet" about such things. It was rather hopeful to imagine a fleet of people all looking for her dog -- much more thrilling than endlessly putting up flyers on telephone poles. And all of it much better than her first course of action, which was to shake down everyone who passed by.
"Oh geez," Harper mumbled to herself after his next question, realizing she had never introduced herself. How many crazy pet owners came through here that he was so patient? What followed, though, actually brought something close to a smile to her face.
"Really, you could do that? I have a bike we can use!" Even if it was placating, it at least felt like she was doing something. In a flash, she was up and snatching away the clipboard and scribbling in information.
"Harper," she said, handing it over again, "My name's Harper. Luckily, my mother was better at naming than me and my brother."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 4:39 pm
"Of course! I wouldn't want to sit around and wait if my dog got lose somehow," he said, letting her snatch the clipboard away and finish filling in the blank spaces. There were enough animal enthusiasts in the city to at least give the shelter a decent following, so they should be able to let them know if Brown was found. It was like an amber alert, only for a pet.
"I've got a car," he offered with a small shrug, not knowing what she preferred, but he didn't see anything wrong with driving around and then she could pull the bike out if she needed to chase after her dog down alleyways and places the car couldn't reach.
"It's nice to meet you, Harper... We'll find him, don't worry," he promised, knowing that he probably shouldn't be giving her false hope in case they couldn't find him, but what the heck was he supposed to do? Tell her to wait around?
Chris waited until she was done with the clipboard before taking it and hurrying to the back to find someone to cover the front. And after that it was out to the parking lot.
"I've got my phone in case anyone finds him," he told her, hoping it'll give her some more confidence for the search.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:26 pm
Yes, time for action again!
"Ha, yeah, a car would probably be better," she agreed, now trying to imagine where she would have put this guy on her bicycle anyway. The handlebars? She had been cycling and busing for too long.
Harper knew the whole run-down about how she wasn't supposed to take rides from strangers, yaddayadda; but this was a special circumstance, wasn't it? He wasn't really a stranger at this point, anyway: he was Chris, the Animal Shelter Guy. This time around, when the adrenaline was pumping, it felt a little less desperate-helplessness and a little more Indiana Jones and the... Brown Rescuing. Or maybe one of those Tom Clancy novels, with the reconnaissance and such. It would all make for a grande adventure story if only she was sure it had a happy ending.
She had it all rationalized out by the time Chris had shown her to the car and she was clamoring in.
"He got away a few blocks from here, down the next street." She paused, everything managing to catch up in her mind, if just for a moment. "Thanks, by the way... I know I've probably been acting a little crazy about the whole thing, but you seem to understand."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 9:50 pm
"Not a problem," he said, not minding at all when someone needed help, especially when it came to their pet. "I've got a dog myself... and I don't know what I'd do if she got out of my sight," he admitted. Chris nodded to her instructions, turning on the car once they were both in and backing out of the space. "Okay, we can start there, first..."
Of course, he hadn't even gotten out of the parking lot when his cell began to ring, and at the stop sign he was able to answer. "Someone found him?" he blinked in surprise and relief, the phone to his ear. "Is he okay? Yeah? Okay, thanks!"
Chris turned to Harper, unable to stop himself from grinning. "Guess we don't have to rush out after all," he said with a small, almost giddy laugh. "He should be here in a few minutes. Someone picked him up at the park near here. He's okay, but I'm going to ask one of our volunteer vets to take a look at him," he told her, putting the car into reverse so he could reclaim his spot.
Well, that was a pointless almost-adventure, but at least it was good news, right??
"Is that okay with you? Waiting for him here, I mean. Unless you want to pick him elsewhere?" He didn't mind either way. Heck, he might want to pick up his own dog if he knew someone had found her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:50 pm
Watching Chris answer the phone expectantly, Harper's heart leapt into her throat again, unsure if it was fluttering from anxiousness or eagerness. She had just finished convincing herself that this trek was going to be a positive, proactive rescue. What if it ended before it was truly underway, like the 'bad' option in one of those 'Choose Your Own Adventure' books? Biting her lip, she was actually relieved that she could keep from yelling at the person on the other line from her seat. I mean, what if the other person wasn't even involved in the Brown-hunt? (Creatons.)
Then there was only a tide of relief.
The news was a delightful shock and the grin proved positively infectious. "He's okay; he's okay," Harper repeated to herself, and then, audibly, "Thank God." She was more than happy to save the daring, nerve-wracking rescues for between the pages of her books. Brown could curl up on her feet, his usual spot, while she read one tonight and everything.
"I'll... I'll wait here," she said, upon giving it some thought. Harper climbed out of the car and looped around the outside to Chris' side feeling lighter, despite the unused energies. The solace of knowing Brown was safe, with someone trustworthy, gave stay on her hitherto rather excitable decisions. "Since he's coming this way and all. It would be my luck that something else would happen if I tried to meet him there," she added covering up the grain of concern with a short laugh.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 7:26 am
It was good to see Harper so relieved, and even more of a relief that Brown was found. Chris lead the way back to the shelter, staying with Harper in lobby, finishing up some paperwork while they waited for Brown to be brought back to safety.
"Have you thought about getting him a harness? There are some really nice and inexpensive mesh harnesses that don't hurt the dog, but give you better control of him," he suggested, leaning against the counter to keep himself from pacing anxiously. It wasn't even his dog, but he'd always felt the need to take care of animals. He could tell that Harper needed her dog safe and sound, and hopefully they'll be united again soon. "It'll be harder to slip out of, at least."
Only a few minutes later, and the doors of the shelter were opened, and the young woman who had found Brown was on her way in, a makeshift collar out of another dog's leash around his neck to keep him from darting off again. Once inside though, the leash was taken off and the dog was allowed to go to his owner.
Thank God, too... The city was bad enough at times. The last thing that Chris would have wanted to happen was to find her dog hurt, or worse.
He watched the reunion, about to ask her if it was her dog, but since it was a little difficult to hide such emotions of relief, he figured that he could go ahead and finish with the paperwork, marking that the dog had indeed been found.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:24 am
"I hadn't thought of any alternative before, really." She had fought off the urge to fidget by using the time to text her mother for a pickup. "But I am now. He definitely needs more than this," she said, disdainfully acknowledging the tattered collar again. He might look funny running around the field in what Harper considered a 'city-dog' harness, but it was certainly better than this.
Harper had called out with glee when Brown and his good Samaritan made their entrance in the shelter, tears finally threatening to break through the last emotional lock she had in place. All the things that could have been were shoved aside for the oblivious, furry face that was just as happy to see her. After he was thoroughly hugged (finding some gum in his fur in the process -- really classy, Brown), she stood and thanked the woman very gratefully. A buzz from her phone meant that her mother had arrived, too.
Brown didn't protest as he was scooped up, tail thumping away wildly as it almost always did. Harper turned back for a moment before leaving, though, and smiled.
"Thank you again, too, Chris. I know your dog's really lucky. We won't forget this!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 8:29 pm
Chris smiled and shook his head as Harper turned back before leaving. "I would say 'any time', but I really hope we won't meet like this again," he joked lightly. Hopefully Brown wouldn't end up at the shelter again for whatever reason, and he especially hoped that he wouldn't get lost again... but dogs are dogs, and he had his own problems with a troublesome dog. He loved Annabel, of course, but she sometimes had too much energy for even him. And she was only barely to his knees!
Either way, Chris lifted a hand to wave goodbye, walking with the young woman and her dog to her mother's car and making sure nothing happened to them in the parking lot. Not that he expected anything to happen, but he just wanted to make sure, for his own sake.
"Maybe we'll see each other around. Dog park or something," he grinned, waiting until she was in the car and on her way home before turning to go back inside, himself.
Perhaps he'd call it an early day and go home to spend some time with Annabel. That seemed to be a good idea.
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