Hailie

I really didn't pay heed to what would happen if I was found. Honestly, out of all the strays in this world, I doubted that someone in the world would give a dog like me attention. In all, I didn't care. Maybe I liked it, being free, confined to no space, the open plains my home. Aha, yeah, it sucked. So, I layed there under the shade of the foliage, for oh, I don't know how long. The horrible stench of humans had reached my nares, torturing me. I didn't feel like moving, so I had to smell their scents. The winter was coming to the end, and for once in my life, I had considered having a full coat of long, black fur as a pro. Until the summer. Hell, I'll be sweating through my coat then.

After a long while of just sitting under a bush, protected from wandering eyes, I got up. I still don't know why I did, but eh, I got bored. Plus, I'm fat anyway, someone would have found me by now. I trotted down a street, into an alleyway, and sat there. The shade, again, casted over my large bodice as I gazed at people walking down the streets. It was shocking how long people could go without seeing a heavyily built mutt sitting in the shadows. Well, most people are fucking up their eyes these days, I guess.