Its A Dogs Life

Being a stray is not the best thing in the world. I mean, who wants fleas? No food? No shelter? No water? No protection? And most of all being a stray, no one will love you. Mostly cause you stink and haven't had a bath in who knows how long. Not to mention that your covered in fleas and the like. But why would you throw away your pet? We are not like the trash that you can just throw away when its time. What happened to being members of the family?
How I miss that life. But that is all behind me. The only memory of my old family is what they called me. Jake. That was my name. Though I liked it so I kept it when they threw me out cause I got to excited and knocked down one of the kids. So I don't know my own strength...I am a big dog. But thats my story. I got kicked out because of one mistake. My only mistake. So for the past few months I have had to live on my own, and it isn't easy...at all.

“Hey Jakey! Find anything good today?” Shana said as she trotted up to me. The tag on her collar jingled. Thats her trinket from her family. She refuses to take it off. Her humans kicked her out as well although I don't know that background story to that one.
“Nothing much today Shana. Have you seen Monty? He is supposed to be the one hunting for food today.”
“That big oaf? He may be loyal and good defense to the pack, but leaving him to find food? We might as well not eat tonight.” Shana said plopping herself on the ground in the den.
“Thats why I also put Fawna on it. She needs practice too.” Jake turns to the entrance to see Monty and Fawna carrying tonights dinner. Rabbits. Oh well, some food is better than none. But it would have been nice for a change...a good steak would have been nice.
Monty went deeper into the den into the eating area and laid down the two rabbits he had in his mouth. Fawna did the same with her little tiny rabbit.
Sasha and Caddy woke up from their nap once they smelled the fresh food. Neither of them spoke. They talked through their expressions. Since they were twins, it wasn't like they needed to talk. Which is okay since they were born with out voice boxes, though they must have a little one cause they can whine. Which they did once they saw the little food provided to us today.
“Ya'll can eat it. I'm not that hungry anyways. Plus someone needs to go patrol. I cant have those cats getting what little we have.” I said leaving the little den. I cant tell you how much I hate this life. I want to go back to living in comfort. Knowing that you have a home to go to and an endless supply of food.
“Jakey! Wait for me! I will go with you!” Shana barked at me as she trotted up to me, “Fawna and Vine need the food more than I do. And you never know, we might find food on the patrol! Maybe even a rat. Disgusting creatures though....” She rambled on.
Most of the time I ignored her pretending to listen to what she was saying. I was the only one in the pack that we formed that didn't snap at her every time she opened her mouth. But thats just me, carefree and go lucky. They relied on me to keep the happy atmosphere. But since Fawna came that became much easier.
“...So anyways I went into the City today and and found this Dalmation at a bus stop. So I started talking to him and he was like, 'What is a ''stray''?'. And I was all like, any animal without a home. He he said, 'Oh! Like you then? But you must have plenty to eat.' And I said, are you absolutely daft!? The nerve of him to say such a thing!” Shana snorted afterwards.
“Shana, calm down. He lives a life of luxury, he doesn't know better. Plus by the way that strays keep popping up, he will be one. I don't know what is wrong with humans these days.” I said stopping to sniff the air. “Shana hush for a moment and sniff the air and tell me what you smell.”
She shut her mouth and held her nose to the wind. Shana may be a chatterbox, but she has one of the best sense of smell in the pack besides Monty and Vine.
“Wolves...” was all she said.