Posted Sun Feb 7, 2016 | 129 Words | Tagged story

He was out camping under the stars wondering what he was doing with his life. The stars twinkling up above, taking his worries away. It always felt nice to let go for a little while. He saw a shooting star go by and made a wish. The same wish as always.

He awoke strangely after falling asleep without realising it. Feeling more strength in his arms he looked down. Woah, he had muscles. A smile beamed out from deep down for once in a long time.

But then there was something else. He had a chew toy to play with right? Yeah, he had a purpose. He was a pup. Such a good boy. And it made him feel so much happier with all of this slotting into place.