Friday, February 8, 2008

The Homeless Dog

There once was a homeless dog that grew up in the streets. He was a German Shephard without a name. He lived on the city streets of Maine. For food he sometimes begged deli shop owners and fishermen. Alot of times fishermen would reel in fish from the dock and give him one. Other times he would go for a swim and fish himself some dinner. He was a smart dog, and not just street smart. He was the pup of a dog named Lucy who's owner was named Taylor. Lucy and Taylor used to go boating in the ocean. Taylor was a nice 25 year old marine diver that used to be in the Navy. One day her and her dog decided to go fishing for shrimp when a horrible storm came by and destroyed their boat leaving Taylor and Lucy with nothing but a life saver to swim back. But the night was so horrible the two almost drowned and where found on the beach early the next morning by her boyfriend, Jimmy, who happened to be a Scubba Diver. He took Taylor to the hospital and told his mother to take care of Lucy. Lucy was the least of his problems so he decided to take care of his girlfriend first. Lucy seemed fine, but sad because it would be months before she could see her owner again. Taylor had a fractured colar bone, leg, rib and could barely move. Lucy on the other hand, kept at Jimmy's mother's house, was sad and longed to see her owner so in a desperate attempt she escaped out of the backyard and into the city. Along the way for her search I imagined that she met another dog along the way, probably a stray Pointer, and had three puppies in the streets. Lucy took care of them until she got caught one day trying to find food, and the puppies were left to fend for themselves and that is where our unnamed dog comes into the picture.

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