Lost Paws

Rain

The smell of a burnt sausage filled the air around a neighborhood of Edgewood. Soon, it felt persecuted by the hunger of a dog. With a great sense of smell, he scavenged through the trash, feeling unmeasurable relief to know that there was a chance that he could eat another slice of meat. Once he got to get atop of the bin, he desperately looked over to see if he could reach the piece. He got it and was later eating on part of it. In the distance, an old Beagle watched. He was about 47 years old and had been living in that neighborhood for more than the other dogs. He questioned, however, why the homeless individual decided to choose that bin specifically when there were various others around the place. 

"I understand that you might be hungry, we ended up having a barbeque after all, but did you really had to choose the bin of my house?" Asked the Beagle unpleasantly to the other dog. "Well I'm sorry Reuben, but I can't seem to smell any other bin with meat inside of it. And hey, your family seems to be good at making food this good." He said while still giving bites to what was left of the sausage. "Ryder, understand that it ends up being unpleasant for me to have to see you eat of what was left of the meal. You're also not the most friendly looking considering you're a Rottweiler, which, would probably set some conflicts between my family and you. You're lucky I'm the most patient around." Replied Reuben. "Hey, you managed to get ahold of more hot dogs than I did. Let me enjoy some for the while or well, the ones I managed to even get." Reuben at this point was tired but nevertheless had agreed that even if Ryder wasn't doing something he looked up to, he still needed to survive somehow. "And I get I'm not the prettiest, but that's not my fault." 

"Ryder, it's not about being the prettiest." Replied Reuben. "You know what happened 15 years ago, and I'm pretty sure that even if it didn't have to do anything with you, it still holds merit of what you are capable of." Ryder now seemed concerned about continuing to eat in that place. "Well then, you didn't have to remember that to me. I'm pretty aware of the things that happen around here. After all, it's not like I've got a home to be in all the time." Said Ryder as he grabbed the portions that were left and later headed to the streets where he would continue to eat.

While wondering, he noticed the sky getting darker yet darker. He inferred that it might rain in a while and he might as well hurry up to a safe location. However, it wasn't long enough before he felt the drops fall on his fur and later, start flooding the streets. While speeding up his pace, he tried to see back in case he might have not seen what he was looking for. The only thing his sight allowed him to perceive was Reuben heading inside and some pigeons flying around. He kept on running, his breath getting heavier. He knew a spot where he could go, though, he wasn't sure if it was going to be alright. 

He managed to rest under the roof of a garage where the surface was also raced a bit higher, allowing him to sleep without much disruption. His mind soon faded away after being tired of the run to seek a safe spot. The flavor of meat still filled his mouth, and even if he wasn't hungry, he still felt like wanting another bite. The taste was wonderful and the condition wasn't at all unpleasant. Such delight and the rare opportunity he will not soon forget.