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Rudy knew he hadn't the ghost of a chance of actually being chosen, though each Sunday he was paraded with all of the others into the front yard of the shelter, to be viewed, appraised and ultimately rejected. After all, nobody wants to adopt a puppy with a gimpy leg.
Posted in response to @jayna's weekly fifty-word challenge which you can see here
The prompt this week is GHOST
The attempt at drawing is, of course, my own.