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"ｔｈｅ ｍｉｓｆｉｔ"
"ｔｈｅ ｍｉｓｆｉｔ"
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- male;; one and a half years old;; shinie;; no crush;; alone;; feeling excited;; 461 words
- "ι’ve вeeɴ wαιтιɴɢ тo ѕмιle, ‘αy. вeeɴ нoldιɴɢ ιт ιɴ ғor α wнιle, ‘αy. тαĸe yoυ wιтн мe ιғ ι cαɴ, вeeɴ dreαмιɴɢ oғ тнιѕ ѕιɴce α cнιld. ι’м oɴ тop oғ тнe world."
- ➣ A few months ago, Cache's view of the world had been very different. It had been one of overgrown grass and a six-foot stockade fence, which had been badly in need of some repairs. The thick collar that had once been clasped around his neck, so small that his own skin had grown around it, was now gone. A thin, brown leather collar sat there instead, wide enough so that Cache no longer felt uncomfortable while wearing it. Instead of being tethered to a five foot chain in the middle of a backyard, the big wolfhound was free to roam through the small house that belonged to his owner, or, if he so desired, could slip through the over-sized dog door and mull about outside. He much preferred the comfort of the indoors and was currently splayed on the couch, his front and back paws falling from it because of his large size.
He rose from it, having been there for several hours and now needing to take a break to venture outside. Upon standing, it was clear that Cache had not been in his new home long enough to have fully recovered. A pink scar sat around his neck where the collar had been cut away, leaving a deep gash that completely encircled his neck. While his belly was full, his sides were badly sunken in, ribs sticking out from underneath the well-groomed fur that his owner so dutifully saw to each month. They brown soulful eyes were still bright, however, despite the trials he had already faced in his young life. Now he was free of all of that.
Slipping through the dog door, he found that it had started to drizzle, muddying the ground and bringing a strange new image to the world. Cache was used to enduring all sorts of weather. He had stayed in that backyard for a year through snow, hail, wind, and rain. Still, he enjoyed each new element, and upon seeing the small drops, the long tail began to wag back and forth, bringing his withers into the puppy-like dance as he tottered through the backyard.
Cache also found another surprise. One section of the fence was missing - taken down by a set of workers that had left due to the sudden rain. His owner had forgotten to close the pet door, so now Cache was faced with the street, now able to go further into the world than he had ever been by himself before. Taking this opportunity (and quickly, before the elderly retriever he lived with decided to show himself), Cache slid forward, loping across the ground and taking his first steps outside of the safety of his backyard without a leash secured on his collar. How good it felt.
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