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The Miraculous Second Life of Blue Eyes

The Making of Blue Eyes

The darkness faded and my eyes beheld three cement walls and one with a large chain link fence with a door stretching from top to bottom.

What was this place?

My head lay on the cement as cold as ice, but I barely felt it. My limbs were heavy and the weight of something unknown clung to my shoulders. I was stuck in limbo, wasn’t I?

No, no, limbo didn’t smell like animals and people. A million scents crashed through my nose. I nearly gave myself a headache trying to sort them out. I smelled the cologne off ten different men, and the faint stench of someone else smelling of sadness. There were about fifteen different ladies’ perfumes that made me slightly nauseous. Did I have a concussion?

I closed my eyes, trying to block out what was happening. I was in a cement box with a fenced in wall. Where was I? Why wasn’t anyone letting me out of the obviously locked door? What was happening?

And then I remembered Mitch. And I remembered The End and the paradise that lay in and around it. I remember what he had said. I had a second chance. One more shot to make everything right. One more chance to do things my way and to make a better life for myself. One more chance to come to terms with what I had done and with what I will do.

I only had one more shot, so shoot.

I opened my eyes again. One more form, but wasn’t I human? I opened my nose to a dog, a mangled husky with a dirty grey coat sniffing my face. I reached up, trying to push the dog with the dirty coat and notched left ear away from me.

I couldn’t do it. I just reached up a little ways, but I couldn’t move my wrist all the way up, like I normally could. I gasped in shock.

No, not a gasp…a rough bark.

My eyes widened in surprise. What was happening? What was going on with me?

I looked down, feeling heavy as I stood up. It was like a baby learning to walk as I stared at my hands…I mean, paws.

I’m a dog.

Oh dear, I’m a dog.

No second chances as a human, not even as a majestic eagle or some fancy flipping animal…nope. A dog stuck in a kennel with another bedraggled dog. Looking around, I noticed the collection of toys strewn around the cement floor of the large kennel. I was now standing on top of the bed I was previously laying upon. The other dog looked at me warily. He wagged his tail, yipping furiously. I tilted my head.

“Shut up, my head hurts.” I groaned. Nope, no, no, no speaking. Just barks.

PLAY! The other dog seemed to say. I let out a little whimper of annoyance. My head was killing me from the recent…switch. At least it seemed to be fading. I sat back on my haunches, just staring down at my paws and coat. I really wanted to see what I looked like. Did I look beautiful? Did I look ugly? Did I reflect my past life? Did I still have my blue eyes? What breed was I even?

Trotting up to the front gate, I peered out, sitting patiently. A women smelling of raspberries was fifteen feet down the hall. After a moment of thinking and smelling and thinking some more, I decided that it was actually pretty cool that I could smell that far away and I was able to detect so many more scents than a human. My brain was already adjusting to sorting out which scent was most important right now and the others that just clogged up memory.

I woofed happily in approval.

Damn, looks like speaking will be a challenge. I growled quietly to myself. It was hard not being able to communicate with others. Even of my own species was a challenge.

The dog in the cage with me, the other husky, nosed my side. I looked over to him. He tilted his lop-sided head curiously.

“You are?” He seemed to question. It took me a moment to process it, since I was still adjusting to this new form, but I analyzed his body language, his entire way that he acted. I guess this is how dogs communicate.

But how could I respond.

I found out within the next second. The dog repeated the question but sniffed my side, taking a long whiff.

Personal space issues!

“Blue eyes! Blue eyes! Blue eyes!” The mangled dog yipped over and over, enough to draw the lady down the hall’s attention. Other dogs took notice and yipped the calling back, wagging their tails in approval.

“Settle down, pups. Settle down.” The woman was old, just barely wobbling along as she came down the hall. She must be a volunteer at this shelter or kennel. I tilted my head, looking up to her as she approached. The one bad thing about being only about three feet tall is that you have to literally look up to everyone except your own species.

“Well looks like you’ve woken up, sweet puppy.” She cooed in her soft voice. Her name tag read Linda. Well, Linda seemed like the kind of grandma to make cookies for her grandkids. She knelt down slowly in front of our cage. The dog next to me jumped up excitedly, tail wagging a thousand miles an hour. No, Linda didn’t pay him much attention. She looked into my eyes, her faded brown orbs gleaming with a smile. “You were out for quite a while after they found you nearly half dead in the woods. A half dead Siberian husky in the middle of the California woods makes for quite a story. You made quite a recovery, sweetie.” She chuckled, stretching out her hand to touch the links of the fence.

A husky. I must be a husky. I personally would’ve chosen to be a pug, but whatever.

Pugs…speaking of those flat nosed beasts, where was Tank right now? I hope he went to Ricky…

I stretched my nose, pushing it through one of the links of the fence and smelling her hand. She had a strong odor of raspberries around her, but it was sweet and I didn’t mind it. She stroked my nose, smiling happily. I couldn’t help but be happy was well. My ears stood up and I could feel my tail wag but I made sure to sit like a good puppy that I was supposed to be and I subjected to these commonalities.

“Oh, looks like we have visitors!” She clapped her hands as the bell rang in the front and she scurried off to let them through.

I looked towards the other old dog, wondering what was happening. He sat down, giving me a knowing glance saying, “I know something you don’t know.”

I just looked at him curiously back and then waited at the fence, tilting my head to see the door that Linda had walked out of. She soon appeared with five new smells, so familiar, but new to the kennel.

I knew those smells. I remembered their colognes from a life since passed to human eyes. I stood up, yipping.

I honestly had no clue what to do with this new form. I couldn’t just wander the world. I couldn’t just feed myself at will. I had to get out of this kennel, yes, but with who?

I think my answer wore a sleeve of tats and just walked through the door.

“Now you boys don’t go trying to open the doors. Some of these dogs will bolt.” Linda reminded them. The boys nodded hastily, chirping their agreements like a flock of birds.

They took their time going from cage to cage. I watched as the tallest man stooped down at each one, letting the dogs sniff his hands. The others walked down to the end, two groups starting at each side and working their way to the middle.

The dogs were volcanoes that erupted into a commotion of motion. Their barks were low or high and ranged between the two pitches. Some jumped and sprinted laps around their kennels. Some made no moves and slept in the back, as if irked with the site and sounds of the new visitors.

I kept my eye on him the entire time, waiting for him to get to me.

I had to act good, to be a good dog, to keep his attention. I had to get out of here and I wanted to be with him. I know he would treat me right.

The mangled dog next to me jumped up against the cage before bringing a toy to his corner and chewing on it in contentment. I sat patiently in front of the cage, waiting for him to stoop down and assess me.

Meanwhile, their words flew across the kennels, each one a sentence I locked into.

“Tino, stop playing with the Chihuahua. Those things are so small Phil will step on it.”

“Alan, I will not step on it. Austin, what do you think?”

“I like this dog. He would sleep by my drums.”

“He looks dead. I don’t know, what are you guys seeing?” Austin asked. I barked, trying to add my own voice to the noise, but I was lost.

Bark! Bark louder!” The older dog commanded from his corner. I barked a little louder, still sitting back anxiously on my haunches. Come on! Notice me!

I whipped my head up to see Tino leaning over the cage. I panted and tried to look my best like a happy-go-lucky husky dog. Tino made a motion to someone else and Alan soon appeared to his side. The two knelt down against the cage doors. I looked between Alan’s golden eyes and Tino’s bark colored ones.

“Hey, check this one out! She’s got blue eyes! They don’t have much of a bio for her besides saying she’s trained, has her shots, and was found out in the middle of the woods in a back part of California. Apparently she had a broken leg and no tags, but she looks better now.” Tino read aloud. I woofed in agreement, not knowing much about my own back history besides what I had experienced in the past life I no longer owned.

“Blue eyes? There’s four huskies in this shelter and one has blue eyes?” Phil asked. Alan stuck his hand against the cage. I leaned over, sniffing it and licking his hand. He laughed, that little boy happy laugh that I remembered from past memories. I loved that laugh. I loved to make him happy.

I wagged my tail as Tino took his turn to put his hand against the cage as I woofed happily, just a quiet, content woof. The drummer put his whole hand in, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Linda wasn’t around. I rubbed my head against his, acting as affectionately as I could. His fingers ran through my coat, scratching behind my head.

Oooooh yeah, that feels good…I thought to myself.

“Come on, guys! She’s really friendly. I like her. She’s pretty too!” Alan chuckled. Phil came trotting over along with Aaron. The two remained standing, watching their other band mates interact with me. I looked up to those two, jumping up on the fence to reach up to them. I stuck my nose through the links, inspecting them closely. Phil booped my nose and I chuffed quietly. Oh Phil…

I saw Austin approach and paced around the cage, anxious for the tall man’s slow walk to reach his destination. He was just as tall as I remember with as many tattoos as there were stars in the sky. I woofed sadly in seeing him. He had so much sadness in his eyes that it hurt.

“Hey guys?” Aaron asked softly as I returned to the cage bars.

“Yeah dude, what’s up?”

“Doesn’t her blue eyes remind you of…her?” He choked out. I saw them all visibly sadden. Their shoulders slumped over, their faces fell. The smiles had faded from existence.

“Yeah, they really do.”

“They’re so blue.”

“Too blue.” They mumbled a collection of remorse.

No! No! Don’t think that way! Don’t leave me again! Please! Please be happy! I whimpered quietly, ear flattening sadly against my head. I tried to bump up against Alan’s hand but it wasn’t there against the cage anymore. Austin knelt down to me. I stared into the amber eyes that so sadly held the weight of loss.

“You remind us of a friend we lost. You have the same blue eyes.” He whispered softly to me. I whimpered and licked the bars, trying to get him to cheer up. I like seeing Austin happy. It makes me happy now.

You know them?” The dog barked in the corner. I whined as I looked towards him. The dog seemed to accept my answer and lay back down, just watching our little condolences.

“Would you like to take a dog out? I can show you the ones that are pretty friendly and I’d be happy to take them to our play pen.” Linda appeared behind the boys. They all startled and looked towards her. The lady tapped a pen against her wrist impatiently.

“Do we want to? Do you guys think any of these dogs would be good tour dogs?” Austin asked hopefully. I barked again, trying to throw in my own little opinion.

I would be a great tour dog! I’m trained! I’m a good dog! I’m easy! I’ll hang out with Tino back by his drum set! I’ll stay quiet! I’ll play and be an easy dog!

Austin passed me another look, seeming to study me for another long time. “I don’t know…” Aaron offered. Austin shook his head and pointed to me.

“I want to take that one out.” He stated firmly. Alan put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away.

“Will you be okay? I know that she reminds you a lot of Jules, but will it bring back past memories?” Alan whispered. Austin shook his head, staying firm.

“I’ll be fine. Jules would want us to remember her like this.” The screamed stated firmly. Linda shooed the boys away and took a leash off a rack, coming back to my little kennel. I passed one more look at the old dog in the back corner.

He just wagged his tail, almost nodding.

“Come here, sweetie.” Linda called for me. I obediently trotted up to her, allowing myself to be leashed. I have to say, it was certainly a new experience being forced to be on a leash, but I would be ‘the good dog’ and do as I was told if it meant getting adopted.

Linda calmly walked me out the back door to a small play area in the very back. There was a fence, a cute little white fence that was supposed to make it more friendly looking. I just saw my way out of this cement box. Linda took the leash off as I paced the area of the play pen. Barely all five boys squeezed into the corners of the area.

“So they say she’s trained?” Phil asked. I bounced back and forth, eager to stretch my legs from being cramped up in the little kennel area. There was a basket of toys opposite of the boys.

“Supposedly. Maybe she knows tricks?” Aaron suggested. Alan poked the bassist’s shoulder.

“Try.”

“Okay.” Aaron finally relented. A few snaps of his fingers caught my attention from the squeaky rubber ball. I didn’t want to chew on the ball like normal dogs, I just wanted to roll it around, throw it around, like when I was a human.

I had a feeling normal dog toys wouldn’t entertain this new form of mine.

“Hey, uh, dog! I feel stupid. What’s her name?” Aaron grumbled. Austin shook his head, saying, “Didn’t have one.”

“Well crap. What do they call her?”

“No clue. They didn’t write a nickname down either. Well, think of something!”

There was silence. I nosed the orange ball in the corner, rolling it back and forth, batting it with my paws. I cared not for their little games. I was just entertained by being able to knock the ball around!

“Hey, Blue Eyes!”

Well that caught my attention. That was the name the older dog had given me, the thing he had called me.

I looked up in their direction, trying to distinguish who said it. The five boys looked triumphant. “Well, she responded!” Austin pointed out. I tilted my head in curiosity, tail wagging just slightly.

“Okay, sit!” Phil commanded. I went through the possible options as I walked up in front of him. I could either sit like a good dog, be a pesky rebel and run around with the ball, or lie down and take a nap (which was sounding pretty good about right now).

Well, I sat. I mean, I don’t exactly like being a dog that’s going to be treated like a little kid, but hey, if it got me out of here, I might as well do what I can to increase my chances.

“Hey, she responded.” Phil pointed out. I woofed my agreement, or rather, my statement.

No duh!

I never realized how obvious that humans can be when talking about their pets. I was probably like that with Tank, to be honest.

“Let’s try more. Blue Eyes, lay down.”

And so I did. I followed all their tricks, doing the best I could. I laid down, I shook their hands, did a high five, anything they asked. They seemed impressed and I had a feeling I just about had them won over.

“I like her. She responds well and isn’t unruly.” Alan pointed out. I picked up a ball, bringing it to Austin, sitting down with it in my mouth. He took it from me gently and tossed it in the corner. I went to go retrieve it, bringing it back.

You know what? I wonder if when I was a human, Tank did this to me. I would ask him the most menial commands like ‘fetch’,’sit’, or ‘stay’, and he would do them just to amuse me, as if he wanted to see my reaction to him doing stupid easy things.

I swear, dogs are making fun of humans most of the time.

“She’d be a good tour dog.” Austin pointed out.

Yes, please! I thought. I even barked to affirm it.

There was a silent passing between the boys, a look of something that went around wordlessly to each of them. Eventually Austin stood up, I watched as he left the little pen with a sly grin.

“I’ll get Linda.”

Notes

Comments

Please update dying to keep reading this

DoOm DoOm
8/24/15

Update please I love this story!!!!!

@DoOm
haha it's from one of my favorite Tumblr posts :)

@Candy_Monster
Awww thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy all its little quirks! :D

This is my favorite story! I love how unique it is!

Candy_Monster Candy_Monster
6/16/15