There was a dog named F.D. He lived in a furniture stores in England, called “Gwen’s Furniture.”
The owner of the store was not allowed to have animals, so only the customers knew about him. He was a spoiled dog. He would get special treats from the customers, as well as his owner. F.D. had it made.
F.D. panicked as he overheard the conversation Gwen’s husband, Arthur, was having. The building was going to be torn down at noon the following day. He realized that he had to do something, because this was the only home he had.
At 10:00 am that morning, F.D. climbed onto the roof of the store. He figured that if he stayed on top of the building, the wrecking crew would not tear it down.
He could not have been more wrong. Little did he realize the construction crew would not see him, because he was only a small dog on top of a large building. He was knocked back from the impact of the wrecking ball, yet he refused to move. He stood his ground, until he was knocked off the roof. Grandma Gwen had taught him to always fight for what he believes in!
F.D. was hurt very badly. Two of his legs had been shattered. He was afraid, because he couldn’t move. Debris from the building was flying everywhere.
Suddenly, Grandma Gwen came, and scooped him up. “My little hero. You’ll be O.K.”
She took F.D. to the vets office, and brought him home to live with her. He realized that home is where you make it; wherever there is love.
F.D. became an instant celebrity. Grandma Gwen had just set foot in her home, when the phone rang. One of her customers wanted to reward her for saving F.D.
Gwen used the money to build an even better furniture store, where F.D. now works, charming the customers.