after he was done eating, rocky jumped off of the couch, his tongue lolling as the pitbull walked towards the door. that was a good snack but I'm still hungry he thought, using his nose to gently push the door until it opened, allowing the gray and white dog to get out. He exited the house, tail wagging as the pitbull sniffed the air. dogs....weeds..... the scarred dog quickly ran, following the scent of something. Rocky ignored the other dogs as he ran, his eyes widen as he tracked down the scent with his nose I hope it's food. Turning around, rocky ran into a ally, the scent getting stronger as the dog entered the ally. Slowing down, rocky could see a few trash bins, his tail wagging as he used his paws to knock one of the trash bins over. Walking over to the knocked down trash bin, rocky used his teeth to rip a black trash bin open, ignoring the rotten smell as rocky used his paws to dig through the trash. A white bag caught his attention, the scent of food coming from the white bag. Quickly, the pitbull grabbed onto the bag with his teeth and removed it from the black trash bags, placing the bag onto the ground before knocking the white bag over, food rolling out of it. French fries and a box....bingo! rocky thought, laying down before biting into the French fries, eating it quickly before looking at the sweet-smelling box. I wonder what it is... the gray and white dog grabbed onto the box, using his paws to rip the box before seeing what's inside. A chicken finger was there. biting into the chicken finger, rocky looked at it for a second before eating it.
