(DISCONTINUED) 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 - 𝐴 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦

Chap. 6 - Is This What Being "Domesticated" Feels Like?

(The start of this chapter takes place right after Ajax leaves the smaller pack). Skipper looked at the others. Her ears were pinned against her skull she whined in uncertainty. Surely Ajax couldn't have just left, right? Was it a prank? Maybe he was just waiting to see them break down just to laugh. She waited about, but he never showed up again. Poppy approached her.

"It's alright, Skipper. We'll be okay if we work together," the Aussie murmured comfortingly. Skipper wasn't too sure she was right. Ajax had been their food source, protection, and their guidance. What would they do without him? Yeah, he was rude, but he kept them alive. Surely that meant something at least?

"Yeah, I guess," Skipper mumbled back and gave a small smile. She didn't want Poppy to think that she couldn't cheer someone up. That dog was too precious to disappoint.

Skipper felt herself genuinely cheer up just a tiny bit when she saw Poppy smile and begin to walk around.

"C'mon Daisy, c'mon Skipper, let's go!" Poppy exclaimed excitedly and the two followed, amused at her tone. Buster just snorted.

"You all are hopeless," he muttered while laying down. "I'm staying here."

"Okay! Bye!" Poppy barked happily as they exited the den and began to head down the sidewalk.

"Sooo, what do we look for first? Food or a place to sleep?" Skipper queried.

"Je suggère d'abord un endroit où dormir, puisque c'est habituellement plus difficile à trouver que de la nourriture par ici et parce qu'il fera nuit dans peu de temps."

"What'd she say-?"

"She said we should find a place to sleep first," Poppy translated simply.

"Oh- okay," Skipper nodded curtly and looked around as they padded on.

Daisy suddenly raised her tail up and looked across the road to a hole in the side of a building. "Là!"

Poppy and Skipper followed Daisy's gaze at her exclamation and they both gasped.

"Good find, Daisy!" Daisy's face brightened a bit at Skipper's praise.

The three padded over to the hole and each squeezed in one at a time. It was surprisingly easy seeing how small the hole looked. Once inside, the group looked around the area. It was perfect; the space was just big enough for all of the dogs to spread out, but small enough to be a manageable keeper.

Skipper laid down and rolled on her back, staring up at the ceiling she couldn't see. She felt Poppy's fur against her own as her friend laid down next to her. Daisy's paw steps were audible on the cement as she wandered their new den.

After a while of settling, Skipper decided to go find food for the group while Poppy and Daisy stayed behind to guard their building hole.

Skipper walked through the city, looking for anything edible. She couldn't help but get lost by the beauty of the buildings, the sky, and, well, her own thoughts of course. This act of "getting lost in thought", however, wasn't always a good trait. It was sometimes, like when she needed to tune out something or redirect her thoughts, but not always. Little did Skipper know that this habit of hers would soon take her away from her friends.....

Skipper yelped as she was grabbed by the tail. She swiftly turned to see what had caused her this sudden pain and saw a little girl with her mother. The child had grabbed Skipper tail. The Samoyed instinctively tried to snap at the little girl to get her dirty hands off her tail. The little girl retreated, frightened. The mother gave a sympathetic look before scolding her daughter.

Skipper was about to start running away, but she was grabbed by the mother. She squeaked as she was dragged away against her will. God, she hated humans.

Skipper tried to wriggle from the human's grasp, twisting and turning, but failing. Soon, the Samoyed was dropped in an unfamiliar location. There were leather snooze spots, a rectangle lookin' image thing, wooden structures with little thingys on it, and more. And, there was glass. Everywhere. Skipper bumped into glass when she thought it was an empty space.

The Samoyed was utterly confused; why had the humans brought her here? What benefit did they gain from it? To see her aimlessly hobble about and snout-plant into glass at every turn? Skipper turned to the humans and barked defiantly, incoherently demanding to be released. She let out a frustrated growl when they cooed at her.

Skipper turned towards the wooden door that had brought her inside the house. She ran at it full-speed and yelped when she painfully collided with the object. Skipper did it again, hoping the door would break and she'd be set free but to no avail.

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Skipper was mad at how comforted she felt after only being in the house for.. an hour? I don't know; dogs don't have a concept of time. Skipper leaned into the adult human's touch as her neck was stroked. This was much comfier than being outside and sleeping on the ground. There were weird fuzzy things that she could hide under; the humans called them "blankets", but Skipper begged to differ. They were obviously fuzz squares that looked innocent but trapped innocent souls in their comfortable doom. Yes, Skipper is edgy as all shit.

Is this what being "domesticated" feels like? Skipper asked herself. No, it can't be. Mama said that domestic dogs are weak and she told us that a dog can't be "domesticated" unless it was born that way. I am not a domestic dog!

Skipper's thoughts on the matter faded out of existence when the human began to stroke her ears, and she melted at the touch. The Samoyed soon dozed off, the sounds of the rectangle lookin' image thing coming to a silence as sleep took over...

A/N: Another chapter done and- ew- this one is bad. I was kinda rushing this one because I died for a long time and just came back to Wattpad. I wish this chapter was longer but oh well. Leida!