Gunner climbed out of the dog door of the haven, with much trouble for it was way to big for him right now, and into the alley. His puppy fat was firm and round and caused him to waddle as he padded towards the busy street and turned towards a close-by sushi stand. The occasion human would mutter words he didn't understand to him, though he constantly heard his name.
As he approached the stand he heard the thick accent of the man running the stand and picked up pace, planting his front paws on the man's dark-skinned leg and yipping. The man threw down a peice of shrimp and Gunner promptly caught it with a snap of his sharp teeth, yipping his thanks and moving on.
As he approached the stand he heard the thick accent of the man running the stand and picked up pace, planting his front paws on the man's dark-skinned leg and yipping. The man threw down a peice of shrimp and Gunner promptly caught it with a snap of his sharp teeth, yipping his thanks and moving on.
...The time has come for me
