Post by SpookertheCat on Oct 14, 2017 17:41:29 GMT -5
CHAPTER 1
As I trotted through the garden (I chose to urinate here to drown out the nasty smells), the door creaked open. Dirk stomped out, Izzy right behind him. Izzy was the other dog that Kirsten had. She was about half as tall as I was, and had white fur with gray and black patches on it. She was my sister. Or, adopted sister. We were the only dogs that Kirsten took home. She worked at a place where there were rows of boxes with dogs inside. Dirk was the guy that came over and wrestled with Kirsten. I didn't like him. "What ur you following me fur, mutt?" He yelled at Izzy. She whimpered, and ran behind me, tail between her legs. Dirk tossed a bottle at us. We ducked back at the exact same time. I glared at him, my short black and tan hair bristling. Kirsten was inside, so I strutted over to the door and pawed on it. "Y'know what? Yer purebreds. You shed get me some purdy muny." He drawled, and snatched me and Izzy's leash from the wall. He clipped them on, and pulled us over to his roar maker. We obviously struggled, snarling and snapping. He grabbed up Izzy and tossed her into the box, doing the same for me. We ducked down low as he pulled a cover over the box, and suddenly, it was dark. We heard a slamming, a roar, and we started moving. Izzy rolled into me, and whimpered. I barked, clearly intimidating the roar machine, because it started shaking. We went on for hours like this.
As I trotted through the garden (I chose to urinate here to drown out the nasty smells), the door creaked open. Dirk stomped out, Izzy right behind him. Izzy was the other dog that Kirsten had. She was about half as tall as I was, and had white fur with gray and black patches on it. She was my sister. Or, adopted sister. We were the only dogs that Kirsten took home. She worked at a place where there were rows of boxes with dogs inside. Dirk was the guy that came over and wrestled with Kirsten. I didn't like him. "What ur you following me fur, mutt?" He yelled at Izzy. She whimpered, and ran behind me, tail between her legs. Dirk tossed a bottle at us. We ducked back at the exact same time. I glared at him, my short black and tan hair bristling. Kirsten was inside, so I strutted over to the door and pawed on it. "Y'know what? Yer purebreds. You shed get me some purdy muny." He drawled, and snatched me and Izzy's leash from the wall. He clipped them on, and pulled us over to his roar maker. We obviously struggled, snarling and snapping. He grabbed up Izzy and tossed her into the box, doing the same for me. We ducked down low as he pulled a cover over the box, and suddenly, it was dark. We heard a slamming, a roar, and we started moving. Izzy rolled into me, and whimpered. I barked, clearly intimidating the roar machine, because it started shaking. We went on for hours like this.