- [ Taozer ] -
[ Unaltered Male ] [ Street Dog] [ 2.5 years ] [ English Pointer]
[ Unaltered Male ] [ Street Dog] [ 2.5 years ] [ English Pointer]
Nested deep within the the darkest crevasse of Blue Jay is the wrong side of the tracks. The last stop on the road to hell. Trailers and trash spring from the dusty and broken earth almost as numerously as the weeds and dandelions do. Hidden behind a dilapidated trailer that is hidden behind an even more decapitated gas and auto repair shop is a chain-link dog kennel. Between the quivering bodies of six skinny hounds of various pedigrees lies the most muscular of the bunch. His earthen-colored eyes pop open as the first sun-rays of the morning tickle at his fur. Shoving himself up from between the heap furry of bodies he staggered to his large paws and opens is jaws in a wide yawn. His tongue curled in between his rows of white teeth and leans foreword to stretch, reaching his long brown and white dappled legs out behind him.
Plopping back down on his rump the brown and white hound reaches he back leg up to scratch at the box-like collar that his First Master had placed on him the evening before. He wasn't sure what it was but it was causing him endless pain each time his First Master pressed the telephone like object in his hand. A sudden sound of the door to the trailer opening caused the rest of the hounds in the kennel to wake up and race to the door of the kennel excitedly. They barked gleefully at a man exited the trailer holding a bucket of kibble. The brown and white hound joined them at the door but he had no interest in the food. He had his mind set on something much better. A sudden pain in his neck sent the brown and white hound cowering in one of the kennels four corner. "No smart stuff outta you today," the man muttered darkly at the hound.
The hounds brown eyes narrowed as the man entered the kennel and threw the mass of dried kibble onto the kennels dirt floor. Ready to charge the brown and white hound raced between the mans legs before he could grab his tail. Shouting curses the man ran after the hound, mashing a button on the telephone-thing wildly. But as the hound raced across the dry, dead lawn he ignored the pain in his neck and pressed on racing faster and faster, blue bandana nearing flying off his neck as he ran. Quickly the mans angry curses faded into the distance. A long bark from one of the hounds back in the kennel caused his paws to carry him foreword even quicker "Have some fun for us Taozer" the bark has said, and the brown and white hound fully intended to do so.
Long, dappled legs carried Taozer far away from the kennel and towards the dump where the town discarded it's broken refuse and people. Tongue lolling from the side of his jowls after such a run the spotted male kicked it up notch as he neared the silver fence that surrounded the junkyard. Muscles heaving at the effort he propelled himself foreword towards the top of the fence. Front paws clamped around the top rung of the fence and the males muscular back legs pushed him the rest of the way over. Landing on the other side of the fence in a ungraceful pile of fur and legs he jumped to his paws and shook the accumulated dirt out of his fur. Brown eyes narrowed against the bright sun he padded into the heaping piles of junk, brown nose lifted in the air, searching for the object of his desire. He let out a series of loud barks as he neared an old rusted out car and spied a wool hat poking out the side. "Welcome home Taozer!" the cheerful voice of his friend Rose came from within the car. Jumping onto the hood and snaking his way carefully through the broken windshield the hound landed on the front seat of the car and reaching back with his long pink tongue ran it across the face of the human that lay on the backseat. "You just like me because I feed you," she laughed in between licks.
Taozer spent much of the morning dozing in car, a large bone Rose had given him clamped between his large front paws. He had made quick work of chewing off any of the meat that was left on it, and the many dents that now broke the bones creamy-white surface were a tell-tale sign of the sheer power of the hounds sharp teeth. Heaving a sigh, stretched out in the backseat and rested his muzzle on his paws. "Another wonderful day in Blue Jay," he said, his voice twinged with sadness.
- [ Grand Princess Beatrix ] -
[ Unaltered Female ] [ Street Dog] [ 3 years ] [ Labradoodle]
[ Unaltered Female ] [ Street Dog] [ 3 years ] [ Labradoodle]
Beatrix had only recently found her way into town and was rather appalled at the sight of the "shaggy" side of town as she called it. Though she certainly no longer fit into the prim and proper world either. Stuck somewhere between a rock and a hard place, the temperamental female hadn't had much look in finding a suitable home or even any suitable friends. She had spent the recent days pouting under a pink trailers, equally colored pink porch. Though the paint was peeling off both of them and the people that lived there paid no attention to Beatrix whatsoever she felt more at home under that sad looking pink trailer than she did anywhere else.
Beatrix's stormy blue-grey eyes blinked open slowly. She shifted her weight uncomfortably on a cold, hard ground. A damp, wetness hung in the summer mornings air and the female felt like her fur weight a ton in this humidity. Crawling out from the darkness of the porch Beatrix stepped lithely into the mornings light and bowed down in a graceful stretch. Opening her short jaws in a yawn the curly-pelted female could have nearly cried out in fear and surprise at the state of her coat. Her once beautiful coat had become overrun with burrs, tangles, a bits of wigs and dirt. Letting out a yip of surprise she "tsk tsk'd" at herself before rising to her dainty paws. "Well this just won't do" she scolded herself. "You can't wander around looking like a homeless ruffian all day." She trotted lightly to the door of the trailer, taking the steps one at a time, and lifted her right paw and scratched daintily at the broken screen door. "I say open up this door and do something" she barked in a demanding tone. When no answer came from within her barks got louder and more shrill as her anger rose. "Come out this instant and care for me!" Suddenly the door opened and before Beatrix could make a comment about how rude it was to keep one waiting, a large boot connected with her side sending her flying down the stairs of the small porch. "Get out of here you mutt!" a voice yelled. Poor Beatrix, too stunned to move, lay at the bottom of the stairs crying in utter agony. "I am no mutt!" she wailed. "You are the mutt!" She barked at the person, "and you smell poor!" she continued in a huff.
A series of small rocks and pebbles rained down upon Beatrix and heaving herself to her paws she raced off, vowing to get that horrible person back for what they ad done. "What terrible, terrible people!" the female yipped after she had stopped in an alley to catch her breath. Slinking off down the street Beatrix headed towards the junkyard, where she might be able to find a few scraps of discarded food.
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