My Life as an Abused Pitbull (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

            The sound of rustling was the only thing heard in the empty ally I was in. I was digging through a trash can to get my dinner for the night. As I continued to dig I found a half-eaten cheeseburger. Yes! Finally! I haven’t had anything to eat for four days straight.

            I pull the cheeseburger out of the trash and scarf it down. I have no name I’m a pitbull, my coat is pure black, and I’m a female. I’ve always been on the streets never had a home. I eat out of trash cans on a daily basis. I’m extremely thin, so thin that you can see every bone on my body. I keep myself, strong and able to walk.

            After I finished my dinner I walked out to the entrance to the ally, I made sure to stick to the shadows. I looked out of the entrance to the ally and saw nothing I sniffed the air and smelled nothing. So I came out of the shadows and started to pad down the street.

               As I passed street light after street light I started to think of my life. When I was a puppy just weaned off my mom, my mother’s owner said I was too small and through me out. I sat, as a little puppy, whining and calling for my mom.

            Finally I got up and walked away without looking back. I knew no one wanted me; they had made that more than clear. Over the years I learned the rules of the streets and grew up without contact with humans or dogs. I was a runt of the litter now I’m bigger than most pitbulls. I would be bigger but as I said I’m very thin.

            I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the strange, foul scent until it was too late. I heard a faint pop and all of a sudden a felt a sharp pain in my butt. I fell over suddenly very sleepy I was able to keep my eyes open long enough to see the attackers face, the face of a male human smiling down at me. The smile was not a kind smile; it was a foul i-know-something-you-don’t-know smile. The smile said i-have-something- in-store-for-you. Then I passed out cold.