Hank passed through the door and away from the small confines that had housed him. Dozens more like him remained locked up, making a cacophony of noise as he was led away for the last time.
Hank stepped quickly, jostling his brown and white fur. His head bounced like a bobblehead doll as he looked from one thing to another. Hank then fixed eyes on someone and wagged his tail. Hank had found a home, but the other dogs would have to keep waiting. However, the others will not have to wait for long if January is an indication of things to come.
