" I'm out of noodles Max, I wonder who ate them?" I ask my German Shepard
" Gee I don't know why don't you ask Jade," I say interpreting what Max would sound like.
" I didn't eat them you fat ass," I say also speaking for Jade my greyhound.
" *Gasp* I am not fat nor an ass!" Max says
I sigh.
"Here I am out of food arguing with my dogs who can't even say anything,"
I crawl up to the drivers seat and drive to the nearest gas station. I open the door and hop out leaving the air conditioning on so Max and Jade don't suffocate. I walk in the big bright saying 'Welcome to Washington' huh I'm so far from Tennessee. Wow I made it here in only a few weeks. I grab some beef cup-o-noodles and dog food,walk up to the register and pay. I walk back to The Wanderer (my van) and open the back door.
" I bring food!" I announce
Jade and Max lift their heads and just as I finish getting in and shutting the door they almost run me over!
Hey hey hey hey hay ! Remember the rules,"
They start to whine as I pull out of the lot and head towards an empty lot of land that I spotted earlier. I back the car up behind some trees and set up my outdoor cooker and grab my very old pot and fill it with bottled water. I start to cook my noodles and set up the dinner plates aka the dogs food bowls. I finally finish the noodles and we all eat. When we are done I finish putting away the cooker and we drive to a motel parking lot. Once there I cover the glass with cardboard. Better safe than sorry. After that I set up the "bed" and we go to sleep hoping nothing bad happens.
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Barely Surviving
AdventureHope Windfall is pretty hopeless at this point. Living in her old car with her two big dogs, Max and Jade, trying to deal with all the problems and disappointments that any "homeless" woman would deal with. And she's just Barely Surviving.
