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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 2:56 pm
Sumba sat behind a small shop on the edge of the city chewing on a small fish. Her ears twitched and she looked up noticing that there was more movement in the back ally as the moon started to rise. Sumba grabbed her half eatten fish and dragged it away from the few mice brave enough to creep to close.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 11:17 am
ESCAPED. AGAIN. RUNNING LOSE AND FREEEEEEE..
And if he got caught, it would be instant trouble for a dog like him. He had the build of a Coyote, but the mind of a Golden Retriever. Bayne, was your classic puppy.. He was an adult.. with a pup mentality. He enjoyed nothing more than running..
And today, he had slipped from the chain that held him outside. Oh yes. He was free.
Freedom was fun.
Again..
Until he got caught.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:43 pm
Hearing yelling, Sumba left the fish bones to the rats and went to investagate.
The humans where upset about something, they where gathered together talking in wispered voices. Sumba rolled her eyes and inched forward, the humans tried to be quite but they always failed.
Poking her head out of the circle of people she saw that a strange dog seemed to have been caught by some human.
Tilting her head see watched and wondered what to do now...
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