Post by prettyinblack on May 13, 2008 0:38:13 GMT -5
Dutchess laid outside in her white dog house sleeping out peacefully. She licked her full and powerful jaw dreaming again of when she first came. Brenda's husband had touch her again more like beat the life out of her. Come home drunk and angry because he lost his job. Don't you touch her! Dutchess growled her straight and perfectly parallel legs seem to be in a running motion, barking softly in her sleep. Her jaw snapped opened and clamp down on nothing, but to her it felt like she was biting into flesh again. Dutchess long head shook violently the taste of blood was in her mouth again. Screams, gasps, and sirens. "Dutchess!" her owner call woke her from her sleep. Brenda was bent over her rubbing her belly and ears; Dutchess pant happily as Brenda place a small portion of dry dog food down. Dutchess at happily feeling like she was the most luckiest dog in the world.