Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2014 17:52:23 GMT
Oakley had been in town only a few days before he'd started working at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. His mother knew everyone that worked there and she'd guaranteed him a job there before he'd moved into town. He was just there to reconnect with his mother and long lost sister. He still had memories of her when she was a baby and he was a little kid. He loved her but she didn't even know him which was the fault of their father. After their parents nasty divorce, Drew had kept Oakley under key and lock, refusing to let the boy contact either his mother or sister. He'd wanted to leave as soon as he turned 18 but he didn't have the money. He'd been working since he was 15, his father taking the money to pay for their bills. So he'd moved into an apartment on his own and kept working till he had enough cash that he could comfortably make the move across the country.
So far, things seemed to be good. His mother was overjoyed to see him. He'd really been worried about his sister resenting him for not being around but she understood the situation and she was being great too. Things were actually looking up for Oakley.
Now, he'd just gotten off work and his supervisor had asked him to take a dog down to the sheriffs office. Apparently animal control had caught it injured and brought it to the clinic. The clinic had fixed the poor boy up but now they didn't know what to do with it. He was supposed to go down and try to figure out if he had an owner, if not, take him to the pound. Oakley knew he was going to end up keeping the dog if he didn't have an owner though. He'd gotten attached to the adorable little thing.
He was just a puppy, a husky mix of some kind with black fur that covered his whole body, without the usual markings of a husky, and two peircing blue eyes. Oakley tucked him into his arms and walked into the building. He came up to the front desk, finding the back of a head of a woman. He smiles at it.
"Ma'am, excuse me," he drawled in his thick southern accent. "I was sent to find this here dog's records."
So far, things seemed to be good. His mother was overjoyed to see him. He'd really been worried about his sister resenting him for not being around but she understood the situation and she was being great too. Things were actually looking up for Oakley.
Now, he'd just gotten off work and his supervisor had asked him to take a dog down to the sheriffs office. Apparently animal control had caught it injured and brought it to the clinic. The clinic had fixed the poor boy up but now they didn't know what to do with it. He was supposed to go down and try to figure out if he had an owner, if not, take him to the pound. Oakley knew he was going to end up keeping the dog if he didn't have an owner though. He'd gotten attached to the adorable little thing.
He was just a puppy, a husky mix of some kind with black fur that covered his whole body, without the usual markings of a husky, and two peircing blue eyes. Oakley tucked him into his arms and walked into the building. He came up to the front desk, finding the back of a head of a woman. He smiles at it.
"Ma'am, excuse me," he drawled in his thick southern accent. "I was sent to find this here dog's records."