Dozer finished off his meal. Slobber mixed in with bits of raw meant hung from his mouth. Dozer was not tall but not short. Muscles bulged from his sides, he was definitely stocky. Dozer was a brindle pit bull, the same breed as every other dog here. Diesel resembled him in some way, their head structure was similar. Dozer trudged over to where Diesel was. "Listen kid, you have a chance. Speaking of chances, why are you even here? What dog did you lose to? You seem pretty strong, you are a shorter dog, so you can get them from underneath." Diesel stood up, his head touching the top of the cage. "Nobody sir. I...I came here only because I happen to be going into a fight tomorrow. My master told someone to bring me here, so I can force myself to win. So I have a reminder of why I need to win or what will happen to me if I do not win the fight." Diesel had a hard, deep voice. Dozer shook his head. "You have no master. Don't say that. We do not belong to anybody but ourselves. Sure, the people think I dies three months ago, but no dog belongs to anybody. Oh, and I know how you feel. The humans thought I was unworthy of being a dog. They sent me here to die, but good ol' man saved me. He seems to be the only one here who cares." Diesel nodded his head, acknowledging Dozer. It seemed to be that this man did care about Dozer. Maybe, he wouldn't let me fight that dog, pretend I died. **** Today is the day I am supposed to fight that dog. I have heard rumors about the dog that he try's to attack his owner. He is a chow chow! I do know that this dog they call 'Ram' isn't a pure bred. He is mixed with another aggressive breed. I hope he won't hurt me badly. I have been through a lot of fights here, and left with scars and victory. But will I be leaving this fight dead? How is it possible to fight a Chow chow? We are only supposed to fight our breeds.
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Diesel worried and worried, for today was the big day. He was in the back of a pick up truck, chained down as any other day. The truck bumped up and down, indicating they were driving down a dirt or rocky road. They arrived at their destination. It was time for Diesel to fight.
