Post by coydog on Feb 11, 2008 16:03:31 GMT -5
Looking for friendship
Coy laid down, licking the stream. It was dark, damp outside. He hated the taste of rainwater, but it was better than the filth his old family made him drink. That was two years ago. Now, he has a new life. It’s not much, but he is glad to be away from Jeremy. That boy was as demented as demented could get! He looked around. A gleam of headlights caught his eye, his tail wagged. The door opened, a man stepped out. Or was it a woman? Whoever it was, it was a face, hopefully friendly. He’d been lonely for so long. He faced the person, and sat down, wagging his tail.
The person approached him further, a hand stretched out. Coy still couldn’t tell if it was friendly or hurtful. He stood up, his tail still wagging. Inside, he became happier at this seemingly friendly hand coming out. He was ready to pounce, lick, and burrow into the person. The coat of the person was dark and wet. Maybe, just maybe, could they be wanting to take him home? He heard a mumble from the person, which was obviously them speaking ‘human’. they were a distinct breed of Human, he could tell. They were of English descent. Not a hick family. They were most likely nice. He jumped onto his paws, still not knowing the stranger.
Coy laid down, licking the stream. It was dark, damp outside. He hated the taste of rainwater, but it was better than the filth his old family made him drink. That was two years ago. Now, he has a new life. It’s not much, but he is glad to be away from Jeremy. That boy was as demented as demented could get! He looked around. A gleam of headlights caught his eye, his tail wagged. The door opened, a man stepped out. Or was it a woman? Whoever it was, it was a face, hopefully friendly. He’d been lonely for so long. He faced the person, and sat down, wagging his tail.
The person approached him further, a hand stretched out. Coy still couldn’t tell if it was friendly or hurtful. He stood up, his tail still wagging. Inside, he became happier at this seemingly friendly hand coming out. He was ready to pounce, lick, and burrow into the person. The coat of the person was dark and wet. Maybe, just maybe, could they be wanting to take him home? He heard a mumble from the person, which was obviously them speaking ‘human’. they were a distinct breed of Human, he could tell. They were of English descent. Not a hick family. They were most likely nice. He jumped onto his paws, still not knowing the stranger.
