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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 8:01 pm
Please stab my heart...
It was no secret that the human running the hot dog stand not far from dark Heart Alley loved Gunner. On Sundays Gunner would sit at the stand with the man, receiving the occasion chunk of meat, and bring in the customers (because who could resist a puppy?).
And that's exactly where he was now. He was sitting proudly atop a little lawn chair by the stand, tail wagging and carrying his whole body with it. The day was warm and the streets were busy, a perfect business day. But Gunner was getting tired of sitting, and soon he'd have to go for a walk, or play with somebody. Hey! That sounded like fun! He'd go make a new friend!
With his mind made up he yipped at the man and hoped off the chair, waddling carelessly down the sidewalk, on the hunt for a friend.
...The time has come for me
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 8:17 pm
An enchanting aroma wafted through the warm summer air. A wave of tail wagging excitement arose from every wet nosed animal that caught the scent. It set countless mouths watering from the encounters. The fragrant aroma was none other than the greasy smell of a sidewalk hot dog stand.
Although excited by the smell, all the dogs roaming the city were well aquainted with the fact that the smell meant humans. Humans who didn't take kindly to strays trying to grab a snack. Well... most of the dogs knew this. There was one puppy, having no older dog to show him the ropes, who had no idea dogs weren't supposed to follow every delicious aroma that met their noses.
As soon as the mouth-watering hot dog smell roused Spader from his nap, there was hardly anything that could have turned him off the scent. Wagging his tail, he set off down the sidewalk determined to have a bite of the heavenly aroma. He was so entranced by the possibility of the taste in his mouth, that he didn't even see the puppy coming straight towards him on the sidewalk.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:13 pm
Please stab my heart...
Gunner trotted with a little bounce in his step; always walking to his own beat. He was enjoying walking so much that he'd almost completely forgotten about his original mission to find a friend and was just off in his own world.
He didn't notice the other pup coming towards him until it was too late. The collided heads and Gunner fell backwards, laying on his back and rubbing his head. "Ohhhhh...." He groaned. That had seriously hurt! But what had he run into?
He sat up and looked the other over. Another pup! Seemed he'd literally run into a potential friend. "Oh! I'm sorry." He chuckled sheepishly. "Santos always tells me to watch where I'm going, I should probably start listening to him." He giggled. "I'm Gunner!"
...The time has come for me
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:37 pm
Spader's eyes were shut tight. His nose glued to the trail he was following, a sharp twang suddenly cut through the desired scent. In the back of his mind, Spader tried to identify the mysterious new smell. It was a smell he was aware that he should know and react too, yet his concentration was so focused on the hot dogs that he couldn't recocognize it. He shifted his attention to identifying the new scent, and realized, 'Oh, it's another dog!' Spader grinned in satisfaction, just in time to open his eyes and see stars!
Recoiling from the collision, Spader stumbled backwards and, as quick as his jumbled mind would allow, rolled onto his back in what he assumed was a non threatening, submissive position. Not knowing what he had hit, Spader decided not to take chances. He'd been living in the city long enough to know that you didn't start fights if they could be avoided. Blinking several times to clear his vision, he noticed the other party. Sizing Gunner up, he thought to himself, 'He doesn't look so big. Or scary. I'm.. I'm sure I could take him in a fight,' and quickly sprang back to his feet. Spader hoped the other puppy was disoriented enough not to notice his previous belly up position.
His heart racing from the excitement and embarassment, Spader couldn't hide his wagging tail. "S'okay, mate," He grinned. Cocking his head, Spader wondered out loud, "Who's Santos?" At the giggle, Spader had to laugh himself and smiled even wider. "Don't worry, it was kinda my fault too. I just found a really nice smell..." He licked his chops hungrily, rediscovering the hot dog scent lingering in the air. Shaking his head to bring himself back to the present, Spader presented Gunner with a huge grin, "And I'm Spader! Nice to meetcha, mate."
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