'Frosty the White German Shepherd' by Lady Shepherd(copyright)
‘Oh dear,’ said the mother German Shepherd Dog, looking at her newborn puppies.
‘This one is different. Why is he this colour?’ The little white puppy stood out from his black and tan brothers and sisters; in fact he seemed to glow he was so white.
Of course, being a devoted mother, Ginny looked after all the puppies the same. It wasn’t until the puppies grew older that his brothers and sisters began to tease the little white puppy because he was different to them. They pulled his tail and chewed on his ears and growled at him when he wanted to play with them. One of the puppies suggested that he was not a puppy at all but, a cat! What an insult to a puppy to be called a cat! So then all of the puppies began to call him a cat and to make fun of him.
Poor little puppy, he was so ashamed that he was not black and tan like his siblings that he indeed wondered if he was a cat, like the fluffy white cat next door, called Snowdrop.
One day, he was being teased so much by the other puppies that he decided to run away. The only problem was, he didn’t know where to go.
That afternoon, when a visitor came to see the puppies hoping to buy one, the little white puppy crept out of the open gate and ran outside.
Honk! went the horn, as the metal monster roared past him, and the little puppy trembled as he was hit by a blast of hot air and petrol fumes. And just as bad was the noise! The noise filled his head and made it ache, and as well as the headache he sneezed with the petrol fumes in his nose and throat.
The road was black and had a horrible smell, unlike the soft grass he played on in his backyard.
A rumbling noise came closer, and the ground beneath him trembled. A garbage truck was coming down the road. The puppy ran and kept on running towards a park where the grass was green and the ground wasn’t black and tarry, where trees waved their friendly branches at him and the low branches lovingly stroked his trembling body. He sat under the shade of a bush feeling very alone and scared, and he wished he was back at home with his family, even if they did tease him.
Suddenly he was grabbed from behind by sharp teeth.
‘There you are,’ said his mother, and she picked him up by the scruff of his neck and carried him back home.
The visitor was impressed with all the little puppies, but when he saw Ginny carrying back the little white puppy he said, ‘That’s the one I want.’
So the little white puppy went to live with the man called John.
John didn’t know much about German Shepherds, and when people asked him why his was white, he said he didn’t know, but he loved the colour.
Poor Frosty(as that was the name that John gave to him) had no idea that he was special; he just thought that he was a freak, and that he should be the same colour as the other German Shepherds that he saw when his master took him for a walk.
One day, John went away on holidays and left Frosty in the care of a neighbour. The man didn’t like German Shepherd dogs much and he was mean to Frosty, and only fed him every second day. One day Frosty decided to look for his owner so he jumped the fence and ran away.
He ran for a very long time and when he saw a park with some trees for shade, he made his way to it (slowly now as he was out of steam). He saw some people standing around and joined them, wagging his tail in the hope that they would give him something to eat. But the people were statues and spoke to him not a word. Frosty was puzzled and sat down in the middle of them to wait in case they noticed him eventually, but they continued to ignore him. Suddenly, he saw a lady coming towards him.
‘Look at those statues, they are so lifelike, especially the white German Shepherd,’ she exclaimed. She took out her camera to take a picture, and then she saw one of the statues move. It was Frosty, and he was wagging his tail to ask if the lady had any food.
‘Oh my,’ she said, ‘who do you belong to, you beautiful dog?’
Beautiful? That was the first time that Frosty had heard that he was beautiful. He wagged his tail harder, and his eyes were pleading and his stomach rumbling.
‘You sound hungry,’ said the lady, ‘would you like something to eat?’ and she gave Frosty a dog biscuit from her handbag. He gulped it down, not caring about manners, as he was so hungry.
‘You poor dog,’ said the lady, ‘you look as if you are lost would you like to come home with me?’
Frosty wagged his tail.
‘Wait until I call my dog,’ said the lady, and she whistled. Frosty heard a dog bark, and then the sound of panting as a beautiful female white German Shepherd ran up to the lady and sat at her side. She looked at Frosty, and Frosty looked at her, and they both said at the same time ‘You are white like me.’
‘I thought I was the only white one of my kind in the world,’ said Frosty, ‘some sort of freak.’
‘Oh,’ said Bianca (as that was the white female’s name), ‘all my family are white, and I thought coloured dogs of our kind were freaks.’
‘My owner left me with someone else and he didn’t like me so I ran away,’ said Frosty.
‘Maybe my owner will adopt you,’ said Bianca.
‘Come on you two,’ said Anna, ‘into the car with you both.’
She opened the door of her station-wagon, and the two dogs jumped into the back.
When they got home, Anna’s sister, Marie, who lived with Anna, made Frosty welcome and gave him and Bianca a welcome meal of dog roll, chicken mince, vegetables and gravy, followed by a juicy lamb bone.
Some weeks later, a notice about a lost dog appeared in the newspaper, and it had Frosty’s photo in it.
As a result, Anna phoned the number and she got to talk to John, who had just returned from his holiday and was not too happy with his neighbour for losing Frosty. Anna said she would like to keep Frosty, as he had become such good friends with Bianca. She offered to buy him, but Ben said she could keep him with no charge, as he was moving interstate with his job, and couldn’t really take a dog.
So Frosty was no longer worried because he was white, and he and Bianca were admired by all of Anna and Maria’s friends. Eventually they became parents, and all of the little puppies were white, and all went to people who loved them. The End.
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