Characters

Jasmine- Brown belgian sheperd with white chest and paws, Light blue eyes.

Storm- Typical grey and whit hunky with black smudge around eye and dark blue eyes.

Mud- Dark brown female with black legs and streak down her back, Brown eyes

Thisle- Brown male with long fur, Blue eyes

Honey- Identical to her mother

Jenna- a kindly human

Roy- a human that hates dogs

Micheal- Jenna's brother, loves dogs

Daniel- Roy's best friend, hates dogs

Jessie- Jenna's border collie, Feamale

Minky- Jenna's german sheperd, Feamlae

Sorrel- Jenna's kelpie, Female

Sashana- JUenna's burmease mountain dog, Female

Snarl- Jenna's cattledog, Male

 

                             Escape

 

 

 

 

 

 

I licked my four new pups and curled my body around them in the cramped space that was my home. I looked for food in my bowl but there was none, the human had left no food for me last night and only a few pieces of dry food remained. I lick up the few pieces and lay my head on the floor of the small cage.

 

Suddenly I hear a noise that sends a shiver of horror down my spine FOOTPRINTS HUMAN FOOTPRINTS and they are coming my way. The cruel man appears and opens my cage door then without warning he grabs one of my pups, a dusky brown female and shoves it into a brown sack he reaches his hand out for the next one and I instinctively snap at him. The man glared at me and hit me hard on the head”stupid mongrel” he snarled, he then reached his hand down and stole the rest of my pups right from under my nose. I watched in horror as the man locked my cage and took my pups away, I knew what he would do to them they were weak and not fit for sale. He would do as he had done to my friends pups and to my sister when she had been born, He would take them by their legs and smash their tiny skulls into the ground, one by one he would kill my precious pups.. I buried my face between my paws miserably “it’s not fair” I whimpered “it’s just not fair”.

 

 

 

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The next morning I awoke to the terrible screech of another dog. My eyes snapped open and I shot up. Just outside my cage a young husky dog was on the ground, the evil man stood over him holding a steel pipe covered in blood. I watched in horror as the man hit the husky again, the huskies pelt was covered in blood and he panted in exhaustion. The man hit the dog again and again and finally I could stand it no longer I let out a loud angry snarl. The man instantly looked up and glared at me. He let go of the husky and stalked over to my cage “shut up you stupid mongrel” he yelled opening my cage door “shut up”. He hit me hard in the leg, I whimpered and cringed into the back of my cage, I looked at the husky, and he was lying on the ground gasping for breath, his beautiful coat matted with blood”. The man grabbed my forepaw and yanked it towards him violently before locking the cage door again. He stalked over to the husky and grasped him violently by the scruff of the neck and hauled him into the air, for a terrifying moment I thought he was going to kill him, but instead the man threw the husky into the cage next to mine and locked the door. There was a wall separating the husky and I so I could not see him, though I could hear him whimpering softly and smell the blood that was thick in the air. For the first time I recognised the huskies smell. His name was storm. “Are you okay” I asked him.

Storm let out a painful whimper “I…I…I don’t know” he stammered

“What happened” I asked “why did the man beat you like that”

I heard storm sink to the floor “I bit him” he growled “he was hurting my sister, trying to kill her, I bit him and he….” Storm stopped and……. stopped breathing

For one terrible moment I thought he was dead “STORM” I yelped “STORM” I whimpered more urgently when there was no answer

There was a gasp of breath and storm let out a painful whimper “I’m okay” he gasped “just trying to stop this darned bleeding”

I closed my eyes sadly; if only I could help him “please stay with me” I whimpered “live for your sister’s sake”

For an answer storm just whimpered. I lifted my head and sent out a silent plea please let him survive.

 

 

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The next morning I opened my eyes and instantly I knew something was wrong there was the scent of death in the air. Instantly I leapt to my paws “storm” I barked “storm”…….. But there was no answer and at once I knew that storm had lost his fight for life. I lifted my muzzle to the sky and let out an angry howl

 3 Months later

My belly swelled once again with pups. Although I barley had enough energy or spirit to feed them. My ribs protruded through my skin and I had barley enough food to provide the energy I needed, let alone my pups. I looked in my bowl but there was no food in it. I lay my head on the floor of my cramped cage. Ever since storm died my spirit slowly started to break. The man had taken his body and just dumped it in the trash like some unclean thing you can just throw away. His sister was dead too and I felt an incredible grief grip my heart, Was it for this I was born? To be beaten, starved and hated?. All I knew was this terrible cruel life, there was no heaven, just hell, blood cruelty and hate. I heard footsteps again but I didn’t try to hide, who was I to care if the man killed me, at least I would be out of this terrible life forever. The man opened my cage door, I cringed away from him but he just put some food in my bowl and left. Instantly I shoot up gulping down the few dry pellets that there were. The food did little to warm me and gave me little energy, I let out a whimper, would my pups ever live to be dogs?. I wondered sadly, or would I be doomed to their deaths. My pups never to know life, why would they if this was life. I heard a wine and knew the dog next to me was hungry too, she was only 6 months old and already she was beginning to lose her spirit, she had been separated from her family at a young age and put in a cage half the size as she was. I buried my face in my paws; I didn’t want to listen anymore to the howls of pain and anguish that came from every cage. The weather had turned bitterly cold and I shivered in my ghastly matted pelt. The only warmth I had were the walls of my cage, but the wind still penetrated my thin fur and my paws were so cold I could no longer feel them. I closed my eyes to shut out the horrible sights and sounds of my prison. I dreamed of heaven, running in fields of green soft stuff, and my full pelt rustling in the wing and beside me ran my pups full of energy and life. My body was full of food and my milk was plentiful. I jolted awake to the terror of reality and the dream vanished, instead of fields there was a dark cramped cage and the hunger pangs that griped my pitiful body. I lifted my head again and looked out at the strange freezing white that covered the ground “snow” the man had called it. I remember last year when my brother has perished in the cold, the man had let him die, just watched as his life melted away. In that moment I hated the man for everything he’d done, for every life he’d taken, for every beat I’d received. But I knew if I growled or bit him he would hurt me again. I lay down my head again and closed my eyes.

 

2 Weeks later

A twinge of pain griped my belly as my last pup pushed it’s way into the world. I panted in exhaustion as the effort took the last of my strength. I lay my head on the floor and tried desperately to gain strength, but with no food I had little chance. I shot up as I heard a blood curdling noise, the sound of the cruel mans footsteps. I let out a whimper it was over, the cruel man would take my pups away and kill them. I looked down at them, surprisingly all but one had survived and I had 5 beautiful pups, but they were a pitiful sight, they looked like a small bag of bones, they tried to suckle for some milk but I knew there was none. Suddenly I had an overwhelming desire for my pups to live, to be free like my wonderful dreams, I wanted to run in the soft green and eat till I burst, I wanted life. But I knew the only way for that to happen was if I got away from here. But what would I find, cruelty and pain or heaven, if there was one. To my surprise the man walked right past my cage and then suddenly I saw it, the latch on my cage door was

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