Post by DAKOTA on Jan 27, 2012 16:56:16 GMT -5
Solitude
Solitude slipped out from under the fence of the abandoned house he had been living in for a few days now. It was the middle of the afternoon, the perfect time to go for a leisurely stroll. He shook the dirt and dust out of his shining, silky black pelt, making sure it was pretty clean before going on. The dust from the old house clung to his black paw pads and his paw, but he flung some off and regained some every step. A thick leather collar sat a little tight but not to tightly around his neck, and the word 'Solitude' was on a piece of metal hanging from it in a circle shape. The collar was given to him by his old human family, he had gotten it from when he was 1 year old when he lived with them. But when they had died, he had wandered off until he found a new family, but this time, a family of dogs, and to his surprise, his sister was there too! Yet, they weren't a pack big enough for uninvited canine visitors that dropped in while they were sleeping. They were a rival pack of other dogs, they were in large number, and they were tough and muscular. So Solitude had to run off on his own and find a new place to live, and that's how he found the old abandoned house.
The handsome Belgian Shepherd trotted across the yard and onto the sidewalk where the mud and dirt was much less. He broke into a run, running until he was well out of sight of his home and was free to wander at last. With a pleasant and footloose expression on his face, he slowed to a quick walk, taking in the sights and the smell of the avenue.
Solitude started to slow again, taking in the streets and homes more closely. His breath billowed out in front of him before being carried off to the right from a slight breeze. Up ahead he noticed a large truck outside a house. People were carrying large brown boxes inside the home, and he cocked his head slightly. Was there a new family moving in? If so, maybe they had a dog. He looked carefully before trotting quickly across the street, his black paws loosing more dirt. His pitch black pelt went along beautifully with his white star shape on his chest, as long as the tuft on the bottom of his very slightly curled tail.