This is a different type of fan fiction. First of all, these ARE NOT REAL STOIES. I made them up, although I may base some off of true stories. These are meant to be saddening. *see title* Most chapters will be journal entries from different dogs. Not the same dog every time. These dogs have been mistreated, and they're just sharing their experiences.
Please enjoy:) I will now post edits.
-- Edited by CollarGirl at 14:41, 2007-09-03
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It's June 2019. I came back to delete my signature of Ryan Ross doing cocaine (not that I am the one who put it there).
September 2nd, 8:55 PM ~Journal entry provided by Angel the Scottie~
So here I am. Lyin here in this dumpstr. Alone and cold. Dont know why somone wuld du this ta me. I wuz dumped off her in da mud, and rain poored down very hard. My old ownr Matt did it. Nevr likd me, thot i wuz a pain. Fed me barely evr, and watered my bowl aftr i nearly wuz ded. Alwayz hungry and thirsty. My coatt wuz always infestedd wif fleas and i scratched a lot. Hav had sad life, yes, but i luved my ownr ta pieces. Luved him. And he brot me here.
Dont kno why sombodi wuld du dis ta me. Just dont kno. But its happened and I still her from feeding on garbage, wich haz barely kept me living. Lapped up muddy puddles. Stil hav flees. But im her. So I rest my head down again on a hambrgr rapper and listen to the pattering rain fall.
Chapter Two
September 3rd, 11:23 AM ~~Joural entry provided by Dexter the Beagle~~
I'm so hungry I can barely move. Tiny water icicles drip from my eyes. I wish i knew what they were called. Wait- is that the sound of my kibble? It is! Yes yes yes!!!
I gallop over to my food bowl and gobble up the dog food. It smells stale and there's only about 1/4 a cup of it, but i don't seem to care right now. I finish it as quickly as it was set out for me and lick my lips. I am not completely satisfied, but at least I am still breathing smoothly...
Oh great, here's my owner again. It takes three seconds to feed me, yet I get fed once every two and a half days sharp. Yes, Im so bord Ive timed it. So bord, and starvd. But still, I know deep down, my mastr has a huge heart. That's why I love him. And he loves me back... At least, I think so.
-- Edited by CollarGirl at 14:39, 2007-09-03
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It's June 2019. I came back to delete my signature of Ryan Ross doing cocaine (not that I am the one who put it there).
September 2nd, 8:55 PM ~Journal entry provided by Angel the Scottie~
So here I am. Lyin here in this dumpstr. Alone and cold. Dont know why somone wuld du this ta me. I wuz dumped off her in da mud, and rain poored down very hard. My old ownr Matt did it. Nevr likd me, thot i wuz a pain. Fed me barely evr, and watered my bowl aftr i nearly wuz ded. Alwayz hungry and thirsty. My coatt wuz always infestedd wif fleas and i scratched a lot. Hav had sad life, yes, but i luved my ownr ta pieces. Luved him. And he brot me here.
Dont kno why sombodi wuld du dis ta me. Just dont kno. But its happened and I still her from feeding on garbage, wich haz barely kept me living. Lapped up muddy puddles. Stil hav flees. But im her. So I rest my head down again on a hambrgr rapper and listen to the pattering rain fall.
Gee, I'm feeling a little teary here:(
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It's June 2019. I came back to delete my signature of Ryan Ross doing cocaine (not that I am the one who put it there).