Into the Forest A black dog is sick of life with humans. So, she plans her escape into the forest. I hope you enjoy reading this somewhat humorous story about and amazing dog.
The black dog looked past her gloomy broken down fence and into the forest. She was forced to be contained inside this horrible house with the things that walk on two legs. She wanted nothing more than to run around and meet other dogs, but the two legged things kept her in this tiny excuse for a yard. “Blackie!” they called. She hated that name. She reluctantly padded over to them. The woman of the two gave her a bowl of kibble. She pawed it away in disgust. She also hated the way kibble was dry and stung her tounge when she ate it. The two legged things kept staring at her and asking her to eat, so she unwillingly bent down and took a bite. She chewed the disgusting stuff and swallowed it, pleading with her eyes for it to be over with. Then she heard them say vet. It was one of the few words they said that she could understand. She took a step back. She knew what the vet was, and it was her worst fear. She didn’t want to go to wear they stuck needles in her that hurt like thorns. To her they were thorns. She feared this place so much that she knew what she needed to do. Escape. She raced toward the fence with the twoleggeds screaming and chasing after her. She put all her strength into it and leaped over the fence. She ran as fast as she possibly could into the forest. As she neared the tall pines, she caught the scent of dogs. The strange thing was, they did not smell of twoleggeds. They smelled of the forest and pines and other dogs. Then, one by one, they appeared. First came a thin, shaggy tan dog. Next, a small tan-and-black one that she recognized as a terrier. Finally, a tall, strong, white dog with long fur appeared. “I am Softfur,” the tall white dog said, “leader of the Dogs of the Moonless Night.”