Ω Rainstorm Ω
Rainstorm sat down on the grass, grooming his paws. A breeze pushed against his body, making his long fur flutter in the wind. His stomach complained, and he stopped grooming. He hadn't eaten that much that day. The Border Collie got up and began to pad over to the trash can. Just from where he had been sitting, he could smell leftover pizza and a couple of veggies. He stood on his back legs, setting his paws on the rim of the trash can to catch his balance. He stuck his muzzle inside the trash can, reaching down to attempt to pull some food out with his teeth. He pulled a pizza crust out of the can, loosing his balance and falling on his back on the soft grass, the pizza crust still in his jaws. The crust was stale and dirty, but it was something. Rainstorm gobbled it down in one bite. He scanned the park with his dark brown eyes, making sure nobody had just seen what he did. He rolled over and got up, licking his lips.