((thank you))
the gray and white dog sat on the concrete ground, his eyes blinking as he watched some of the strays walk all around the street. The young pitbull stood up, eyes fixed on the buildings ahead as he walked onto the road, his tail raised high as the stray kept on walking until his white paws touched the sidewalk, turning his head left and right to see if any dog was around before taking off, running towards a building. He caught a different scent....hopefully it's the scent of food coming from somewhere. The scarred dog slowed down, attempting to track the scent as rocky kept on walking. where is it, where is that scent coming from? he thought, not knowing that a tiny dog was following him. Even if he did know that a small stray was following, he wouldn't snap at it to go away or try to pick a fight with it. To him, it felt like forever when he discovered where that scent is coming from. The door was missing so rocky and the tiny stray slowly walked in, his brown eyes widen as he serached for the scent. I hope it's food he thought, his tail wagging at the mention of food. He turned his head over to see that a chihuahua was standing there, her eyes blinking as she stared at the pitbull. "don't worry, I don't bite....you can get a piece on whatever food we can find" rocky said, his voice having a hint of friendliness as the strays walked deeper into the store. The gray and white pitbull remembered when he was back at his "owner's" home, wearing a collar with a heavy chain attached to a dog house, listening to a tan pitbull talking. "it's everydog to himself pup" to rocky, it may be true but the gentle dog disagrees.
"hey, pitbull....hello? Are you there?"
rocky blinked his eyes, forgot that the chihuahua was here with him and that the two were searching for food. "sorry"