Story of a Streetdog: Golden Retriever Vs. Pittbull

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Pacing up and down unknown streets I didn’t know where I was headed. I just kept my four paws moving. Door to door I would go and beg for food. Usually the people were really nice in the neighborhoods I explored but when I received nothing more than a lousy chicken bone I would rummage through every trashcan I could find. Not knowing how I wound up on these streets I just thought it was normal for the world to be my home. It was actually fun not having a set territory that I have to stay in like those “house dogs.” I am free to run and roam where I like. It does get lonely at nights but I am thankful it is the warmer time of the year. It makes sleeping outside every night easier. Most of the other “street dogs” describe me as the most masculine and handsome stud there is. I am just wondering if that is the case, how come I have not met me a little Lassie yet? Sleeping on a bench in the local park I get to see all kinds of Lassies. For the past couple of weeks I have laid my eyes upon this gorgeous long haired golden retriever. I think her owner really likes me considering she comes over and rubs my head and feeds me a treat on their daily walk. I can’t help but perk my ears and wag my tail when I see her. I just keep thinking to myself that I need to learn her name. All of a sudden my daydreaming is interrupted when I hear the sound of the dark truck “Beep. Beep.” I dig my nails into the bench and jump off with a quickness. As I am running into the lush greenery that surrounds the park I feel my throat close in and a sudden jerk pulls me back. I have been caught. Although I tried to fight the man by gritting my teeth and trying to scratch him, he threw me into a silver cage in the back of the dark truck. He slammed the dou... ... middle of paper ... ... My breathing became slow and heavy. I saw a trashcan in an alley and tried to rummage through it but I was too weak. I just layed there. I thought about the golden retriever, whose name I never learned, and how much I wanted to meet her. I fell asleep daydreaming about her. This sleep was different than all of the others. It was a permanent sleep. A sleep that I will never wake from. My body lied next to that trashcan throughout that night. The next morning my body was found by the man that rubbed my head and gave me treats in the park. My body was found by my long lost love, that golden retriever. All I could think as I looked down from doggy heaven was how gorgeous she was. I made it a promise to myself that day as a canine angel to look over her and whoever the canine stud was that she ended up with. I am still sure that our puppies would have been cuter though.

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