by splashfoot » Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:08 pm
Scottie trotted down the busy street, his tail wagging from side to side. He had mastered the act of not looking like a stray months ago after he ran away from home. It was easy. Just look like you did when you had owners, he told himself, innocent, and walk with purpose, as if you have somewhere to be. Right now, he was looking for food, so he didn't have to worry about walking with purpose, it came naturally.
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