Slater was an Albino West Highland Terrier. His fur as pale as snow and eyes as red a blood. He was scary in his own way, so you thought. He was a kind and gentle spirit. With a heart of gold. Some said he was to kind for his own good, others say he has more spirit then someone at Christmas time.
He walked the lone wintery streets running to a park the ground was bright white and the snow fell lightly on his nose. He shook it off and sat under a tree that barely stopped the snow from falling on him.
