New story! Not to sure how good it is but enjoy =)

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Why the hell was he so cold? The fuzzy half clouded mind wondered. Another strong gust had him shivering. 'Shivering?' the mind wonder again…

With an annoyed growl the large white dog opened his eyes having grown bored with the 'inner voice's ramblings. He sighed softly having found his snow covered alley as he had left it the night before. A fresh blanket of snow had fallen over the dumpster and stack of old magazines but nothing seemed new. Good he hated change. He sometimes wondered when the inner voice would speak to him, if people would find something so comforting odd. Of coarse he would then remember that he didn't care what they thought and go about his day. So what if he was slightly insane? At least he wasn't walking in circles and claiming god told him to kill people.

He sigh again. It was still nice to find thing the same each and every morning in the constantly changing city. It was…he thought for a moment…refreshing.

The rumble of a garbage truck rounding a bend in the maze like city caught his attention effetely putting an end to his thoughts. His stomach growled and he sighed with relief. He hadn't missed breakfast after all! The great white dog rose to his paws ignoring the inner voice as it continued to make disgusted noises in the back of his mind. One long stretch and he padded away from his trash can den and headed to the street.

The garbage truck rounded one last corner before it reached his street. It wined loudly before coming to a stop almost on the sidewalk. The driver killed the engine and opened the door just as a woman came charging out to meet him. The dog watched amused as the plump 80's something woman bitched out the garbage man for denting her can last week. He listened for a moment making sure the driver was thou rally distracted before skirting around the large green food trap to its back end. Casting one last look at the pair not a foot away he leap into the gapping mouth and started to dig.

'Disgraceful' the inner voice growled distracting the dog from a rather tasty half eaten ham-burgher.

':quiet;' he growled back in the tongue only his kind could understand. The voice scoffed back at him and he caught himself before an all out war started in his head. With a small doggie smirk he grabbed the burger in his jaws and scarped it down all the while enjoying the loud angry sound the voice made. It was rare when the voice actually spoke to him and he still wasn't sure that other dogs heard similar voices or if it was just him, but most of the time it just made noises that the dog recognized as words but had lost the meanings behind them. He sighed again he seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and finished up his latest score. Semi-moldy French toast and stale banana bread.

"Jesus woman!" the driver yelled finally having run out of patience with the old woman. The dog lifted his head soggy French fries hanging limply in his maw and listened to them exchange insults. The car door slammed and the engine roared to life.

'Time to go,' the dog realized as he grabbed on last fry and leaping gracefully from the truck.

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It was snowing again as the dog reached the main street. The clouds had moved to cover the sun as the had done the day before making what had promised to be a sunny December day slightly gray.

People passed his as the walked simply ignoring the stray in favor of the local shop windows and restaurants.

'Human,' the dog thought with a roll of his golden eyes. Always looking for the next big thing what foolish behavior. The voice silently agreed. With another roll of his golden eyes he step out of the alley and joined them on the street. The paid him no mine as he walked along side them on his way to the one place there as sure to be food. A few people sent his disgusted look as he passed them but he continued on unhindered.

So what if he rolled in filth? It was of their make after all! Shouldn't they be disgusted with themselves? He wondered leaping over a mini-poodle like creature much to the owner horror and turned a corner. Another smirk crossed his wolfish face and his tail began to wag as the dumpster came into view.