The skinny dog wandered around, stopping from time to time to poke at trash cans. After gobbling down a hot-dog, the short-furred creature loped with his head hanging down and tounge looling into an intresting clump of trees. The exracing dog had never seen a forest before. When Sol saw a rabbit, he cringed and jumped back a couple steps, remembering how his master had used rabbits to get his dogs to run. After the long-eared rodent was gone, Sol continued his loping, only with his tounge in and the whites of his eyes scrambling in case another creature popped from the shadows. Seeing a ram-shackle hut in the distance, Sol turned and ran in the other direction. The greyhound tripped over a root and fell into a hole in the rocky ground, tumbling into the darkness. When he finnally stopped moving, Sol discovered has wasen't hurt but couldn't see. There were so many dog-smells, but he couldn't scramble up the slope out, you couldn't see it in the dark but the whites of he eyes flashd madly in fear, and his tounge drooped out as he started to pant. He just hoped nodog would find him. His undersized claws left tiny rents in the soil as he continued to madly claw at the slope in attempt to escape.
Tortured you with my post. -derps unliteratly-))
