The life of Dogmeat
Chapter one
The year is 2077 in the capital wasteland as two lonely figures walk in the boiling sun side by side, the first figure was that of a man aged about nineteen coming to twenty the man wore an old vault 101 jumpsuit that had some slit armour on it slung across his back was a hunting rifle surprisingly in good condition. The second figure was that of a dog the dogs fur was that of black and gray and its eyes of blue and brown, this dog however had an odd name his name was Dogmeat an this was his story.
Dogmeat and his master walked along in silence the only noise coming from his master's pipboy 3000 playing the song of I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire, his master didn't say much but when he did it made Dogmeat very happy like when he would pet him for tearing a raiders throat out and would say 'that's a good dog'. Dogmeat also learned how he could make his master happy by bringing him ammo for his guns and other nice shiny things soon Dogmeat was brought out of his thoughts as his master sat down against the wall of an old burned down house Dog meat then took his common place lying down by his masters legs. And on cue he felt his master's hand scratch him behind the ear and he loved it soon his eyes gave way to sleep while the lone wanderer too feel into a calm sleep.
After eight more hours of walking Dogmeat and his master made it home to Megaton his master opened the door and slowly walked in shutting the door behind him the Dogmeat was met his arch enemy the robotic butler Wadsworth however he was recharging in the corner and Dogmeat took this chance to piss of the robot for all the trouble he has caused him, Dogmeat watch his master slowly walk upstairs removing his armour then slipping into his bed as Dogmeat laid at the bottom end of the bed he would need all the rest he could get because tomorrow would be a hard day a very hard day.