Journey Pack

Buddy

Buddy's POV

Buddy started panting. Buddy legs were tired and weak from running so much. Buddy didn't like those dogs at all, they were ruthless and mean dogs. At least I lost them Buddy thought. The dogs he was talking about were the ally dogs. Buddy had run into them plenty of times. Buddy, in fact, was a stray, but nothing like those ally dogs. Just a minute ago, they were making fun of him and stealing his food he worked extremely hard for. Just because I'm a mutt, doesn't mean they should do that. He thought bitterly. Buddy decided he would try to find another theory of getting food, for getting it out of the trash would probably lead to running into the ally dogs. Buddy had only one other choice, being manipulative. He hated to do it, but if he didn't, he would starve. He strolled along the street until he found the perfect house. One with a big backyard and a doggy door. "Hey!" he barked loudly. Please be a yapper. He thought hopefully. A small Yorkie came out of the doggy door. "Hello!" she woofed happily. "I need help! My mate and puppies are going to die!" Buddy barked urgently. "Why?" she barked worriedly. "These huge, scary dogs said they were gonna kill them! But the only way they wouldn't do it is if I gave them food!" I barked, panicking. "Really? Just that! I can easily get you some food," she woofed and ran through her doggy door. I didn't really have a mate and puppies. I just needed food. Buddy felt really bad about what he did and decided that he would leave a bone at her fence when he found one. She came back with some raw meat that looked a little old. "Here you go, protect your family" she woofed, sounding proud of herself. "Thank you," I dipped my head in respect to the little dog. I carried the meat away and ran to the farm. That is the place where I spent most of my time. Chatting with the other dogs, chasing the sheep. It was a good place. But the thing I like best about it is Delilah, beautiful Australian Shepard. While I was thinking about her, I ran into Buggy. He was a bird dog that lived here. He was one of my very few friends. We chatted and played until it was nightfall. When it was nightfall, the not-so-friendly guard dogs came out, so I left. Me and Buggy exchanged are goodbyes. I found a good bench to sleep under that night. I rested my head on my paws and fell quickly into sleep.