Beagle was startled by the sudden noise.
In his panic, he hopped towards the door, shivering.
The wheels supporting his damaged back legs added to his distress as the sharp sound of heels coming through the door made him turn back again.
His rheumy good eye shot to Adrian while his blind eye twitched nervously.
Angry at whoever made that sudden noise in an area where signs clearly showed that distressed animals were kept, Adrian tried to salvage the situation.
Still on his knees, he patted his thigh gently, calling Beagle.
“Beagle, here. You are okay. You are safe…”
“Heavens, I was wondering where that wretched smell was coming from!”
The high-pitched voice affected the other dogs at this point.
Steve quickly tried to return them to their pens, but before Adrian could scoop Beagle
