I dodge another cart, almost tripping over my own legs. There are so many people walking around, sitting down at tables, ordering food, I have never been in a busy area like this before, and all the all the chattering hurts my head. I take a quick look at the pack to see if they are still right behind me, and Oreo and I make eye contact, in which she runs even faster. People start shouting at us and try to shoo us away, but I keep running straight. If I stop or try to take a turn I know I’m gonna slow down. I have to find something that will grab the packs attention, fast! After frantically waving my head in every direction, something catches my eye in the distance.
As we come closer I finally realize what it is, a chicken! It was as if Oreo read my mind because she was already charging towards the chicken with her mouth wide open, not even caring to look back at the meat I was still holding in my mouth.
The chicken, who seemed like it managed to escape from its cage, finally registered what was going on and is in a complete frenzy. It should have just stayed in its cage. The poor thing squawks madly and is shaking in fear. It takes a turn into an alleyway with Oreo still chasing after it. The owner of the chicken notices this, but just mumbles "too late now." to a guy next to him and sits back down. I stop watching, since she is probably going to rip it apart now, I just hope she doesn’t. Seeing blood gushing out of a living animal doesn’t please me as it might other dogs. All of Oreo’s pack slows down to wait for her, but then they decide to stop. They start barking at her to come back, but she won’t. I know that once Oreo is involved with a chicken, there’s no stopping her until she finishes devouring every last bite of the savory carcass.
While everyone is paying attention to Oreo I hide behind an empty food cart. I notice that we’ve run so far that we are next to the forest. I usually don’t come here, not just because it is far, but because I hate forests. Everything inside of the forests disgusts me. The eeriness, the feeling of being alone, and worst of all, spiders...I never want to encounter a spider.
I turn to glance at what’s going on, and notice that Oreo and the chicken are not in that alleyway anymore. I place the meat right next to me, but before I can take a bite I see Oreo running a few feet in front of me, and she is getting closer to the woods. A dog from the pack wants to start chasing after her, but the other dogs stop him. I watch as she sinks away from view, still chasing that terrified chicken. The packs’ tails stop wagging, and they start pacing around not knowing what to do. She will come back when she feels like it, unless she gets lost. I move my attention from the pack to the meat and sink my teeth into it, quickly chomping down every bite. It’s way better than the cold rice that I found by the dumpster two days ago, but even that was good too. You just have to take what you get, and when it’s hard to find food you enjoy it so much more. When I finish eating I quietly sneak past the pack, hoping that none of them saw me, move to a different street. I start walking down the road to find a new sleeping spot.
After a long day I find a tree that no dog has claimed yet. I dig my paws into the dirt and make a new hole to sleep in. Finally, I close my eyes awaiting tomorrow.