Ok so this chapter isn't much, but the story will get more interesting later on...
Sylvia barked, feeling the relief as she herded the sheep into the pen once again. She loved her job. Working as a herder. She could never ask for more. She looked at her time. 5 minutes and 18 seconds. She looked over at Chase, the other pup in the herds competition. "No way he could beat that." The pup thought. Chase finished herding with a bark. She looked at the time. 5 minutes and 8 seconds. Her mouth hung open. "He did beat me!" She thought, growling at herself. "No police pup will beat me!" She thought. She stomped away. As soon as she was out of sight she ran back to her house. She walked into the house, which was really an abandoned forest shed. The wooden floor creaked and the furniture was old and dusty. She never used the furniture, she used an old dog bed that she had found in a dumpster as a puppy. She had found people in town that liked her, like Katie. She had grown used to Katie until she got a new dog, Clover. Katie has given the pup bathes and cleaned her dog bed for her, but never really adopted her. Everyone had assumed that Sylvia had a human to live with and didn't bother to worry about her. The whole reason that Sylvia had entered to be a herder was because she needed something to keep her mind off her terrible father. Her father had done everything to her. He had bleached her fur. He had killed her mother. He had locked her in her "room". He had done everything to ruin her life. She had dyed her fur blue to make it look like she was loved. She liked the look of her fur now. She looked in the broken mirror she had in the shed. She looked at her dog bowl. "Empty again. I need food." She said to herself. She turned around, seeing a Shepard in her door way. "C-chase! What are you doing here!" She barked. "I wanted to say congratulations for getting second. You are a great herder. You hungry? I can bring you to the lookout for some food." Sylvia shook her head, "I'm fine here. I'm not even hungry." Chase frowned, "You should be hungry after a herding competition." She shook her head, "I just ate." Chase barked an 'Okay' and left. Sylvia sighed and closed her door. "How did he know I was here?" She thought. She stared at herself in the broken mirror. She heard rain droplets splashing on the roof. Her roof leaked in the same spot it always leaked. There had been a bucket there as long as she could remember. Her ears flattened, "Now I can't go get food." She sighed. She shook it off. "I don't need to eat." She barked to herself. She went and laid down in her small dog bed she had and tried to sleep. She was hoping she wouldn't have the nightmare anymore, but she knew it always would come. Her father, came up to her his teeth baring. The small Shepard couldn't do anything about him. He got closer and when he came, her mother came out to try and stop him. She stopped him for seconds before he snapped her neck. Young Sylvia still stayed there in shock. Sylvia burst up, panting hard from her nightmare. She looked through her small window, seeing it was still dark. She sighed, she never really got good sleep ever. She didn't care though. She's gotten used to being so tired. She opened her door, and realized if she started walking to Katie's for her bath now, it'll be around 7 when she got there. It takes her about 1 hour to get to the parol, if she takes the long way, which she usually does. She sighed, looking at the wet muddy ground at her paws. Her stomach grumbles, "haven't eaten since yesterday morning." She thought. She went back inside her shed, grabbed some money for food, and walked back outside. She walked through the forest, mud splashing at her paws. "No use getting a bath. I'll just get muddy the way back here." She thought. She made it to the town and walked into Katie's. She went and bought a bag of dog food and left. She walked out, seeing Chase's police lights on and hearing Skye's helicopter in the air. She sighed, knowing she was mostly useless. She walked slowly back to her shed, which took her an hour and a half. She set down her dog food and laid down, not even pouring a bowl of food. She was too miserable.