(DISCONTINUED) 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 - 𝐴 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦

Chap. 2 - Who Are You? And You? And..

Skipper's eyes closed slowly, her pupils constricting to adjust to the light of day. Although she was still in the alleyway she had fallen asleep in, the sun was pretty much directly overhead, in just the right place to strike its light and heat onto her. She yawned widely as she stretched and stood. Judging by the placement of the sun, it was most likely midday.

I wonder what another day of such a great life will bring me, the Samoyed thought sarcastically.

It was quite strange: how one day of losing her mother and siblings would change her whole personality. Skipper never was sarcastic, whether it was because she just wasn't or because her mother despised sarcasm, she had no idea. But, she just wasn't. Why was she now? She decided to shake off that fact and look down. Skipper's mouth watered at the still perfectly good piece of steak. Why on earth would anyone dispose of it? She would never understand humans.

After the dog had finished eating a small portion of the meal, she pawed it under the dumpster for safe keeping and masked the smell by rubbing up against the dumpster (which, for the record, she hated doing). Skipper then cautiously walked to the far end of the alleyway and looked out, seeing humans walking by and a few with dogs of their own. She'd heard about those before from her mother's stories. "Domesticated dogs"?

Domestic, Skipper repeated the word in her head with a silent scoff to herself. The dogs that enjoyed having their lives controlled by humans. Imagine that!

How much had she changed? Skipper wouldn't even think these snarky thoughts in front of her mother. She began to trot down the "sidewalk" warily. All these words she'd learned from her mother's stories were actually an experience now. Though it all was strange, Skipper couldn't help but feel a bit amazed.

Most dogs would bark at her when they saw her, but their humans would pull them along despite her being the only one without a human. Did they not find it odd? She knew very clear what the dogs would say.

"Look, a stray! Hah!"

"Go back to the dumpsters where you belong, hairball!" "Hairball"?

"*Dirty* cannot even begin to explain how disgusting you strays are."

Skipper simply kept her head low, avoiding eye contact as she scurried away from every nasty comment. She continued on down the sidewalk.

After a few minutes of walking, she heard a low snarl behind her and turned to see a large Doberman. The Samoyed panicked. Her mother had never taught her how to fight, and she wouldn't even stand a chance against this dog! He was so big! Skipper was about to just accept her inevitable fate when the Doberman suddenly turned and growled.

Behind the Doberman was a German Shepherd. The two stared each other down before jumping at each other, ripping at fur and flesh, teeth and claws out (A/N: oh god this is so cliché-). Both dogs seemed evenly matched, Skipper could just about tell that the German Shepherd was winning.

Soon, the fight was over and both canines had blood pooling under their paws. They glared are each other, seeming to come to an agreement of ending the fight and the Doberman ran off. Skipper cowered under the German Shepherd's look. She wanted to fold into herself so many times that she'd disappear.

"Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to run off?" The dog finally muttered.

Skipper cocked her head to the side. "Er- thank you. That dog would've killed me if you-"

"Shut up. I don't want to hear your sentimental shit," the dog cut her off in annoyance. Skipper pouted but let it go.

"Can I at least have your name?"