Its a Dogs Life

"I dunno," he barked, now playing with his ears, pushing them forwards and then laying them flat on his head, rotating them at odd angles for no particular reason. Most likely it was a reaction to the medication, however, he was not quite aware of that.
 
Rose smiled and leaned her head into his shoulder tiredly. Her gaze swept across the pen looking for any escape. The handlers had encased the place with concrete so you could not dig out and the fence was six foot tall soild wood. They were not going anywhere.
 
Pawing at the wall briefly, he laid down, head on his forelegs, feeling trapped once more by the stagger height of the fencing.
 
Rose sighed closing her eyes slowly. As she did so she was flooded with her days as a fighting dog than to the times when she was used for breeding. The techniques were cruel and harsh creating only pain and hatred. She shuttered remembering how rude and cruel the studs had been barely giving her a look beofre they went about their business. The owners had locked her into racks so she would not fight back and possibly harm the males. She still showed scars from those days. She remebered the painful steroid shots they had given her while she was pregnant. Shaking her head she sat up.
 
Raising a brow inquisitively as she sat, he shifted in position, nosing her paw and whimpering, "What's wrong?" He'd had a relatively awful life. His multitude of phobias came with constant agony and poor association. Left in 3 by 3 crates for the first 8 months of his life in a cramped puppy mill in 90 degree weather, being pit against other males by the shelter workers while they gambled, being injected time after time during various animal medication testing... All his fears had amounted from such human cruelties, and still, the bitter result was to be feared by the humans in repercussion for their sins. Primarily they were a horrid race, he knew it, and he hated them all.
 
Rose shook her head, "It is not worth talking about, you don't want to hear my sob story," she barked knowing all the dogs had problems. Ever since those shoots her heat cycle had been off and she never knew when it would hit. Rose tried to think of another subject but nothing came to mind.
 
"I wouldn't mind hearing it if you wouldn't mind telling me," he sighed, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes, trying to avoid the topic of being in the enclosed area. "If you'd rather not tell me, then I suppose we could always talk about what we like and dislike?"
 
Rose sighed knowing eventually it would come out, "Dogs think that being a fighting dog is hard but the worst is when you are a female fighting and breeding dog. The men pair you up againstotherdos forcing you to fight and win until you are famous. Sadly that is the easy part. Once you are famous you are paired with males for breeding sessions. The females are muzzled and tied to metal posts that put you in optimal position for breeding but the ropes cut into your legs and you can barely support yourself. They send the males in one after another for hours Because they want to make sure you get pregnant. They encouraging the rough behaviors they exhibit becausethey think it will make meaner pupies. The men wait until you are so bruised and bit up that you cant move before stopping the process. Within a month the shots begin, they are the most painful things I have experienced and usually made me sick and break out. A month after the pups are finally born they take them away and they starting getting you ready for next round," Rose barks fighting back the tears.
 
Picking her head up as someone spoke her name, she frowned a little, "Yes?" She barked back. Slowly standing up, and shaking her head roughly, she looked towards where the voice had come from.
 
Doc stepped out of the underbrush squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight, "There you are," he barked playfully.
 
As Doc came from the growth, she smiled faintly before settling herself back down again. "I suppose..." Prinny replied, truthfully finding it an odd statement, as she was neither here nor there in her mind.
 
Doc walked over to the stream lowering his head to lap up some of the clear beautiful water. As always the tip of his ears dipped into the water and he shook his head as he stood back up.
 
Watching him, Prinny set her head back down onto her paws, before her eyes went back to the sun spot in the middle. She let out a bark of anger at herself before standing back up and walking around to a different spot.
 
Shocked and furious, Bear looked away, disgusted. His body trembled as it had before, but now it was for another reason. He was livid, absolutely fuming with rage. "Tha...that's just... I'm so sorry..." Stifling a whine, he nuzzled her cheek, knowing how traumatizing it must have been for her, and also inferring that bringing it up was almost as painful. He sighed, resting his head on her paws and whimpering gently. He felt just awful.
 
Doc laid down in a patch of sunlight allowing the sun to seep into his cold bones. "Are you ok?" he asked again.


Rose appreciated Bear's kindness but was sorry to have upset him. She leaned into him as they layed trying to erase the memories of her past. She wondered if she should ask Bear about himself or if he would talk when he was ready.
 
In a few moments, between the warmth of the sun and the comfort of having Rose beside him, Bear dozed off. He couldn't wait to be outside in the grass again. Without realizing it, he lapsed back into his dream...


It was the morning, there was a pleasant chill in the air. He was sprawled beside his siblings, looking up at his mother's soft features and drowsy. He stayed like this for a while, her lulling licks of affection on his forehead making him feel secure--making him feel loved. His sister whined and pulled on his tail, rump wiggling humorously as she clearly wanted to play. He complied as his mother nudged him towards his sister, and he got up, bounding ahead of her. She ran, and he chased. Then he would run, and she would chase. They played their game for hours on end, until Sister eventually grew tired and they slunk back to Mother. Bear laid down beside her, Sister throwing herself on top of him like he was a rug. Everything was so perfect... and he was so happy...


His sickle-shaped tail wagged slowly, ears twitching and hind legs rotating as the dream proceeded. He was lucky that he woke a few minutes later, before the Bad Thing happened.
 
Rose smiled as Bear twitched in his sleep. She stood up after a few moments stretching her legs. She jogged up and down the dog run trying to get out some of her nervous energy.
 
As she left, he rolled onto his back, scratching at his face with his dewclaw, blowing jets of carbon from his nostrils and trying to clear his mind of any thoughts of the enclosure. He couldn't wait to be outside again... But he didn't really want to sleep again. The reality of waking up almost stunned him, it hurt more than anything else in his life--knowing he'd never see them again, knowing he could never truly be that blissfully ignorant and happy again.
 
Rose decided not to bother Bear any further. She just dropped all of her emotional baggage on him and he probably had his own stuff to deal with. She slipped into the barn and lapped up some water. She laid down in front of her stall and began to clean herself off.
 
He watched her leave, feeling a pang of loneliness. Maybe she found him annoying? Maybe he'd made her sad? Why was she leaving? Did he do something wrong? His mind was bombarded with the usual questions, and he whined lowly, laying on his stomach with his paws covering his snout.
 
After a while Rose got bored being inside by herself and wandered back through the dog run. As she looked at Bear and odd thought struck her, she wondered what a pitbull akita puppies would look like. She shook her head wondering why her mind had jumped there. She sat down slowly confused for a moment before it finally hit her. It had been a while since her last heat. "Crap," Rose accidentally barked out loud.
 
"Hmm?" Bear grunted, looking over at her, glad that she'd come back. His tail wagged briefly when she had entered, but now drooped at he sad yet angry expression.
 
"Nothing don't worry about it," Rose barked forcing a smile. She knew eventually he would figure it out. For some reason the handlers had a weird no neuter and spay policy. They wanted the dogs to act as wild as possible and to be free. Sometimes they would remove the female if it was causing problems though.
 
Anxious not to be alone, he stumbled lazily over to her, plopping down at her side and snorting. Upon inhaling, her scent hit him like a brick wall. Recoiling, he got to his feet, blinking and raising a brow awkwardly. Was she... Great... He could feel himself being aroused with every breath, and before it a'mount'ed to anything more he relocated himself to the far side of the enclosure, body invigorated and throbbing. He simply would not allow himself to defile her after what she'd just said. Besides, it would probably get them in even more trouble. How could something that felt so right be so wrong? Every time he inhaled he got a powerful lungful of her. It was like being an alcoholic being in a wine cellar.
 
(lol)


"Sorry," Rose mumbled tucking her tail closer into her body. Most of them time she did not go too crazy when she went into heat but who knew. The worst part was they lasted for three months. "I'll go inside," she barked standing up awkwardly.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Users who are viewing this thread

Total: 4 (members: 0, guests: 4)
Back
Top