Martha Johnson

The middle aged woman walking into the facility was tightly bundled in a thick winter coat, with her auburn hair tied back into a ponytail to keep the wind from blowing it about her face. Wrinkles adorned the corners of her eyes and shadowed her forehead when she squinted her gaze against the blindly light reflecting off the snow outside, making her appear a few years older than she already was. Once inside though, her hardlined look softened, and her dark brown eyes lit up with fondness at the sight of the animals - one of which she planned on taking home with her today.

Martha shrugged off her mittens and tucked them into her pockets. After straightening a few loose strands of hair that had escaped the scrunchie, the woman began to wander down the first row of dogs, taking a moment to look at each one as she passed by.

Crimson

Crimson had been here at this place for a long time, though it seemed that most of the dogs here had been here for a while. Though, Crimson assumed it was her own fault she was here. After the farm where she had been raised had been sold she had been too. She was sold to a nice family but they knew nothing of her breeding and training, so she had become destructive and hyper. It was something that had been bred in to her, the need to work. Right now, she was pacing around her cage like she always did. She spent from daylight until dark walking this same circle around this same cage. After all, that was all that she could do to work off some of her pent up energy. Every time a human would walk past her she would stop long enough to jump on the cage door and bark enthusiastically.

This was no different as the middle aged woman entered the building and walked along the rows of cages. Many had stopped and looked at her with her dazzling red merle coat but none had stuck around when they saw how hyper she was and her reason for being here. Right on her paper it stated that she was here due to destructive tendencies and hyper activity. Though, she was just misunderstood and if given the chance to herd once more she would quickly show her skills and would calm right down. She bounced at the cage door trying to get the attention of the middle aged woman's attention.