Twix

The Border Collie was very tired. His legs ached and he had a long gash on one. Blood leaked from the wound, making it very painful. He decided to come to the ranch, to stay and see if he would heal. He limped and was in bad condition.
His eyes were a bit matted, his legs ached, his mouth hurt, he had scratches and the long gash on his leg.
He silently laid on his side, and sprawled out. He slowly licked at his wounds. He let out a sharp bark before lowering his tired head to rest and begin recover.

John

The teen was heading outside when he heard the bark. His eyes searched about frantically until he spotted the collie and instantly his heart went out to him. John sprinted towards the wounded dog and knelt down near him, extending a hand toward's Twix's head. He spoke in a caring, concerned voice. If he saw Twix wasn't aggressive, he would bring him in straight away to be seen by his mother, Martha. She was very good and treating wounds. And John was so upset by a recent loss of a dog that he wanted to have more around to help fill in the emptiness the death of his good friend Rollin brought. Of course nothing would take the old collie's place, but some new friends would help.

Twix

The border collie's ears pricked forward. His glossy fur was much matted to his body as he tried to get up. A sigh was released from his mouth as he finally stood on all fours. His legs gave way and he plumped right back on his haunches.
He slowly licked John's hand.

John

John stroked the collie's head and gave a bright smile in return for the friendly gesture. He saw just how weak Twix was and intended to carry him inside to be treated by his mother. Reaching out carefully, he went to pick the collie up...

Twix

The border collie's ears perked, but he kept his position. He had smelled his brother's faint scent, and came to the ranch to react. He however, didn't care if he found him or not, for his brutal wounds made it almost completely impossible to completely walk without falling or something else.
He stayed the same, letting John pick him up.

John & Martha

John hoisted the collie up off the ground, careful not to jar him too much. The teen carried Twix into the house where his mother was working in the kitchen.

They talked in curious, excited voices as John carried Twix across the floor and carefully set him down on the floor, near where there a few bowls. Apart from having food and water bowls outside, there were also some inside because most of the Ranch dogs were allowed in. Fetching a bucket of warm water and some bandages, Martha went to work to try and clean Twix's injuries.

She was careful to read his emotions, knowing to stop if he should growl or grew nervous at this. If she allowed it, Martha would then begin to wrap some of the wounds in bandages.

Martha

After treating Twix to the best of her abilities, Martha stroked his head and smiled down at him. He had food, water, and a warm place to rest now, and she hoped that this attention and help would keep him around the Ranch. But that was his decision, and the door to go outside was easily pushed open once the latch was pulled upon.

Her son had gone outside and was no calling to her and talking in the strange tongue of humans. The woman seemed surprised but intruiged by what her son was telling her. She picked up some bandages, medicine, and a new bucket of warm water and took it outside with her.