by pollydogluv » Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:47 am
Pepper
The dalmation cross woundered aimlessly and bored around the farm as she sometimes did, she sniffed theground occasionaly but there was nothing there. For her it was all the same and she was growing tired espically because there was hardly any other dogs here apart from Callie who was too boring and aggrsive or layla who was too old and lazy. She looked up at the sight of a trailer next to the barn she put her front feet on the ramp and sniffed inside.
(I have the dogs open?)
“Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong.. I will not weep and wonder what might have been.
I’m sure you understand.
Still… I’m proud of you, in a way. You’ve shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities.
I should have killed you long ago.” - Haytham Kenway