Pepper, the dog, was lonely. She was born in Crete, a small island in Greece. She was the youngest in a litter of five. She was taken away from her mother, brothers and sisters when she was just a tiny pup. Her new family wasn’t very nice to her. They would never play with her. One day Pepper chewed up the furniture, she was curious and wanted to know what was inside. When her owners came home, they yelled at her. The next day they went on a car ride together. “Yay, we’re going to the beach,” thought Pepper. When they arrived at the beach, Pepper’s owner opened the door and drove away. Pepper waited, but her owner never came back.
The next couple of months were hard for Pepper. The other dogs would growl at her. Snarling at her when she would try to sniff them and say hello. Pepper spent her days begging people for food. Most people weren’t very nice. They would yell at her, and chase her down the street. Once in a while, Pepper would get lucky, a strange breed of humans called “tourists” would take pity on her and give Pepper some scraps. Some of them would even pet her. This kindness kept Peppers faith in humanity.
One day Pepper was walking down the beach, she was hungry, she hadn’t eaten all day. In the distance, she smelled a young woman being approached by two men. The woman smelled like a tourist; Pepper walked towards her intending to beg for some food. As she got closer, she could smell something else. Pepper could smell fear. The tourist was afraid of the two men who had approached her. Pepper ran up to the men and barked as loud as she could. The two men ran away. Pepper had scared them away.
Pepper followed the nice lady home, determined to keep safe. The Lady’s name was Georgia Bradley. She was a student who lived in a place called England. Georgia was on something called a “vacation.“ Pepper, Georgia and Georgia’s boyfriend spent the rest of their vacation together, just like a real family.
One morning, Pepper could sense sadness. She knew that Georgia had to go back home to England. Georgia, tears in her eyes, kissed Pepper goodbye. Georgia got into her car and drove away. Pepper ran after the car for as long as she could. But she wasn’t fast enough.
Pepper was once again alone.
Two weeks had passed; Pepper was hungry. Sniffing around the beaches of Crete, sniffing for scraps of food. Then, a familiar scent. It was Georgia. Georgia had returned and this time she would take Pepper back home to England.
Finally, Pepper has a home.