Post by angel on Apr 5, 2010 13:55:04 GMT -5
The soft padded steps of a black and white pure bred dog came upon the land. Though, as the dog had realized long ago, pedigree meant nothing when you were out on the streets. It only meant that you had purer blood, and more reason for mutts to hate you. Sighing, she came to a small creek and sat down next to it, licking her paw and then putting it over her face and ears, giving herself a bath of sorts. She dipped her nose in the water, followed by her paws. Then she laid down and rolled around in it, letting what little water was there soak into her fur. Small splashes came around her and cracking sounds were made as the ice on the creek broke just a little and she felt refreshed. Perhaps a dumb move, for winter was coming on fast and the climate was getting very cold. Just then it started snowing, and she shivered and shook first her head, then neck, then her entire spine shivered so badly that her entire body shook like dogs often do when they are wet and cold. Then her fur stoood on end and as she looked at her reflection, she let her tongue out as her fur found its place, looking even more beautiful then before.