Lane trotted swiftly down the usually-pale sidewalk, now darkened by the recent rain showers. Why was he in such a hurry? Why, he was after something edible to eat, that would give him enough energy to make it through another day. Even when the scent of other dogs--two, to be exact, male and female--caught in his nose cavity, he did not stop to investigate. God, no. Why converse when you had more important things to attend to, like your constant, gnawing hunger? Only his stomach answered with a jarring growl. "Food! Just try and find some food!" it seemed to yell.
And so, the brown-and-black dog turned down a street corner, nose lifted into the air for even the slightest whiff of something edible to fill his stomach for the next day.
Annabel, however, had gotten lucky enough to find some food. She was now chewing on the slim chicken bone, which she had stripped of its meat in a matter of seconds only a few moments earlier. Two rats were eying her mere prize with beady, lustfully hungry eyes, causing her to let out a low growl at them and bare her teeth. They were not phased and continued staring; the collie rolled her eyes and just continued gnawing.
While chewing, she felt an odd twinge of envy toward the dogs who still had people to care for them. They never knew a day of hunger, or a night of being wrapped in an everlasting chill, or even the feeling of being betrayed or rejected.
She sighed and stood, moving steadily away from what was left of the bone, leaving it to the rats.
And so, the brown-and-black dog turned down a street corner, nose lifted into the air for even the slightest whiff of something edible to fill his stomach for the next day.
Annabel, however, had gotten lucky enough to find some food. She was now chewing on the slim chicken bone, which she had stripped of its meat in a matter of seconds only a few moments earlier. Two rats were eying her mere prize with beady, lustfully hungry eyes, causing her to let out a low growl at them and bare her teeth. They were not phased and continued staring; the collie rolled her eyes and just continued gnawing.
While chewing, she felt an odd twinge of envy toward the dogs who still had people to care for them. They never knew a day of hunger, or a night of being wrapped in an everlasting chill, or even the feeling of being betrayed or rejected.
She sighed and stood, moving steadily away from what was left of the bone, leaving it to the rats.
