History wrote:It's strange, here. I don't like it.
Mrs. DiAngelo is crying; so are Ben and Alice. Why are they crying? Did something happen during the short car ride here? Is something GOING to happen?
I lick away the children's tears and smile at them, in my own doggy way. This makes them cry even harder.
I whine sadly, looking up to Mr. DiAngelo with curiosity in my big, brown eyes. He, too, is glassy-eyed and bows his head as a lady in a white and red dress walks over, smiling at me. I growl; I don't like the atmosphere around her. It's almost as if she wants something... Something that will make my family sad. I can't allow that. In fact, I won't.
She says something to Mr. DiAngelo and he nods, handing my leash over to the lady. Wait... What's going on?! Why is he doing that?!
I bark excitedly, tugging at Mr. DiAngelo's pant leg and crying pitifully. The lady reaches down to pet me; I snap at her in return.
By now the children are wailing, their cries becoming accustomed to the howls of the dogs here. The lady starts pulling me away. I claw at the tiled floor, yipping frantically. What's going on?! Where is this lady taking me?! Mrs. DiAngelo! Don't let her take me! NO!
I let out a howl as the lady picks my struggling form up, carrying me to the back quickly.
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This place is called 'the One-Way Stop' by the locals. "One way in, no way out," a Pit Bull told me. His name was Bruno, I believe.
Apparently the DiAngelos left me here on purpose; they didn't want me anymore. Or, at least, that's what the locals tell me. They got left here too, by their people.
What made the DiAngelos not want me anymore? Did I do something wrong? Maybe I played too roughly with the kitten? Did I nip too hard when I played with Ben?
Am I a bad dog?
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The lady in the white and red dress came into my kennel cage. She knelt down and reached out towards me, and I panicked. I...I bit her. I don't know what came over me - maybe it was fear, or hatred for her taking me away from the DiAngelos - I don't know. But I bit her, nonetheless.
She cursed and glared at me. Then, she did something totally unexpected - she flicked me! Right on the nose! I snapped at her again, growling, but she had left the cage by then. Told a girl there, who was maybe Ben's age, that I'm 'hostile' and 'she should be cautious when feeding me.' Ha! If they think this is hostile, they've seen nothing yet.
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The girl walked into my kennel cage today. She stayed a ways away from me, and squeaked like a mouse when I approached her. She was scared - that much was obvious.
And maybe she has a good reason to be. I haven't exactly been a nice dog the past few days I've been here. Biting the workers was the least of their problems; every time they'd open the cage, I'd run out past them on my stubby little legs. And boy, these workers are out of shape! They have to chase after me for a good five minutes before catching me.
Anyways, back to the girl.
She looks especially frightened of me. She flinches every time I bark, and practically dashes out of the kennel when she's finished feeding me. I asked Bruno what's wrong with her, and to that, he replied, "Oh, Touya? That kid's afraid of everything that moves; don't you mind her."
But...what if I don't want her to be afraid of me?
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I met a new dog today. His name is Rogue, and he's a mutt.
I was sitting in my corner, sulking miserably, when I heard a commotion outside. Immediately, all of the dogs in the kennel started barking, and I groaned. More noise to deal with. Yippee.
I peered outside my cage only to find myself face-to-face with a large, brown mutt. His eyes are different colours; one is green, the other, blue. He panted happily, his long, pink tongue lolling out of the corner of his maw, breathing right in my face. I staggered back (his breath is PUTRID!), sneezing and glaring at the newcomer, when a man shoved him in my cage with me. Oh, how lovely. Just as I was starting to become accustomed to the isolation...
"Hiya, broad," the mutt yipped with a New York accent, padding over to me. "Name's Rogue. What's yours?"
I glowered at him, as if my eyes could bore holes straight through him. It seemed to make him uneasy, at the most. "Broad? What's-"
"DON'T call me 'broad'!" I snapped with a sharp growl. "I have a NAME, you know."
He flinched. "...Y'know, I'd call ya by your name if ya'd just TELL me what it is..." he muttered sourly.
"..." I blinked and let out a sigh, pressing the top of my head against the wall. "...Indiana. My name is Indiana."
Rogue smiled and nudged me with his paw, laughing. "Indiana, eh? Can I call ya Indy?"
"NO!" I snarled as viciously as I can. Strangely, it didn't seem to phase him - at least, not the way it did before.
"Haha, Imma call you Indy," he chuckled, smiling.
(May add more later.)
