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Post by greenstreet on Nov 1, 2009 22:04:17 GMT -5
Georgette sat on the small merry-go-round, turning it round and round with her feet. She was getting board - she had been board since they had cast her out of her house. Her mistress had gone to sleep one day, and when she didn't wake up, Georgie was told that she no longer belonged. Off they drove in their little town car - her, the maid, and the chauffeur - and they dropped her off at a small hole in the Wall, hardly big enough for her to fit through. But they shoved her through, even though she cried out when the rough rock scraped at her shoulder.
She looked at her battle scar. It had stopped bleeding, but she hoped it wouldn't leave a scar. Scars are horrible on females - low class and dirty. On males it was another story. A male with a scar was strong and brave.
Georgie sighed deeply and went back to pushing the low wheel around and around...and around and around and around.
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Post by sonjanine on Nov 14, 2009 8:05:44 GMT -5
Bella really wondered what she would do if she would not find another dog , if there were other dogs here. Since she had been here, there had not been one dog that she had seen. Bella walked on sniffing the air. Suddenly she heard something and she smelled another dog. She made her way towards where she heard and smelled it and saw another dog playing in the playground at the low wheel. She barked and made her way, wagging her tail towards the other dog. "Hello , hello" she said joyfully. She really was happy to see the other female dog and she really wanted to make friends with this dog. Maybe they could go and play together now and she would not be so lonely anymore. Stopping she barked again hoping the female would come to her or at least notice her.
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Post by greenstreet on Nov 16, 2009 15:41:21 GMT -5
Gorgie nearly fell off the merry-go-round. Where the heck had this one come from?! She didn't know, and she didn't really care too. The point was, there was someone else alive out here, and that was always a good thing.
"Who are you?" she asked, sounding a little more demanding than she meant to. It seemed like she always did, and sometimes it hurt other dogs' feelings, and they would refuse to talk to her. She could never figure out why, because she <i>thought</i> she was being friendly. She never for a moment thought the problem was <i>her</i>. What a preposterous idea. "I'm Gorgette."
She got up and stood at the center of her section of the merry-go-round (she had to squeeze in, because it was clearly meant for small human children, and not for over sized poodles like herself) and wagged her small tail just as ferociously as the other was doing.
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