Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else. Just me. Everything seemed wrong to me. Before I left, I looked at my family in their cozy little dog beds. There was Mom and Dad. Mom's ear was laying over Dad's back, and they were huddled tightly together. Prissy, long eared Colette even slept perfectly. There was Annette, who I used to feel a close connection to, but now I don't. Finally, there was Scamp and his new girlfriend, Angel. If anyone would care about me leaving, it would be Scamp. Angel… I didn't know. Probably not, because I'm sure she hates her sister in laws. I felt the cold, salty tears streaming down my face. I needed to leave before I could regret it and stay. I walked outside into the midnight air and somehow I ended up sitting down. I looked down at my neck. The combination of the moonlight and wear my tears had fell made my white collar sparkle. Red, white, and blue. That's what Jim Dear and Darling used to find the color scheme for me and my sisters' collars, just for the Fourth of July. That's the way it stayed, because Darling is very forgetful. From now on, the white would be missing. I didn't care. They wouldn't either, because white is the blankest color there's ever been. It suits me well, I guess. I didn't rip my collar off, because I still wanted a little piece of the family that used to love me. I was headed for the junk yard, because that's where Scamp went and he turned out fine. The moonlight shone on my tan and red fur as I left.