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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:08 pm
 "Finally! About time I get out of there," Sawyer growled to herself, padding away from the hole dug to squeeze under the fence. The last few days had been.. Stressful, to put it lightly. The humans hadn't allowed her out front in days, fearing she would run off, away from the unplanned puppies. So much for that. She sniffed the breeze lightly, taking in her new freedom. Haha! Good bye puppies, good bye humanas, good bye everything. She thought, grinning widely, starting a slow jog towards the park.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:20 pm
He just had to get away..
A lot has happened in Gizmo's life and he just needed some time to himself and forget all that was around him. The fact that his daughter, his only offspring which whom he took along with him and raised by himself, was all grown up and off doing her own thing. She was beginning to start her own chapter in her new life, one which included finding herself a mate and having children of her own. The mere thought of it sent shivers down the terrier's spine. Sure, he wants what is best for his daughter but that doesn't include a one night fling which he regretted himself. Sighing softly, he shook the thought out of his mind and pushed it off to the side.
A gentle breeze blew through his ratty coat as he lied under a large oak tree. Leaves were tangled in the curly hair on his legs and tail and his beard was stained from what he had managed to find for lunch that early afternoon. Such an appearance was suitable for a stray such as himself. The scents of spring was all around him and the sun's rays shone fainting through the tight gaps between the green leaves that hung on the trees. Amber orbs twinkled dully as he watched the other canines and their owners play in the park. Ah the park. The only place Gizmo felt he could get away. Sure, it was fulled with other dogs and granted there were many that he rather not be around but he managed to keep them at bay. Titling his head to the side slightly, he lifted his right back leg and scratched viciously behind his ear. Once he the itch went away, he lowered his leg allowing a gentle yawn escape his lips. The day was showing signs of being uneventful and at the rate it was going, there was no sign of it changing. Gizmo yawned once more, hoping all that would change. Only time could tell.
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