(Attacked)
The next day, it felt wonderful. The sun was out and , Riley was making his way to the bridge with me behind him. I had said goodbye to the rest of his gang. I'm glad to have met them otherwise I don't know what I would've done.
The bridge wasn't anything like the Brooklyn Bridge in New York. It had tower-like structures with cabled and heavy wiring holding it up. He had stopped further away from the bridge. "This is as far as I go. Pretty sure you can find the way from here," he said, sitting down.
"Ha, okay, I understand. No hard feelings about what I said yesterday?" I asked, starting to turn away from him. "Don't even worry about it, girl. You find that family of yours," Riley laughed, a smile on his muzzle. I nodded and turned around to make my way to the bridge. "Yo, Rosie?" Riley called after me.
I stopped in my tracks and look over my shoulder. "We'll come to visit someday, cool?" he said. "That's fine. You're alright, y'know?" I said, looking ahead and trotting to the bridge. "Right back at you," he replied, barking after me.
I kept going until I was out of California. There was no way that I was stopping until I got out of here. Of course, I rode on top of some cars. That helped me quite a bit.
I had no idea where New York was from this point. I had to rely on my keen instincts to do it. I climb up a rocky cliff and looked over it. There was a city below it that I didn't recognize.
My instincts were telling me that I shouldn't stay there any longer. Which was fine with me.
"I'm coming home, you guys," I mutter to myself. I turned around on the rocky cliffside and ran into the deep woods.
Yellowstone National Park, Nevada, USA
I found myself outside of the city. Or any city for that matter. In fact, there was no building in sight. All there was around me was yellow grass. Around me were millions of trees, which is more than I've ever seen in Central Park, tall rocky hills, and even some large bodies of water.
The grass felt a lot softer than it looked. And the air felt amazing. It was also quiet. I was so used to listening to traffic roaring, lots of yelling and other dogs barking. This felt unusual to me. It made me realize that home was a lot further away than I thought.
The air smelled so different. It was clean and sweet for the most part. I was the only dog there; or so I thought. I trot over to the lake, dipping my paws into it. It was cold, especially when it went down my throat when I started to drink it. It never tasted this good before.
While I drank it, I thought I heard the sound of growling. I stopped drinking instantly and look up, perking my ears up. "What? Who's there?" I bark, backing away from the water. There was growling and barking coming from the distance.
I spin around in the grass to see who was growling at me. Whatever it was, it wasn't friendly. When I looked behind me, I saw an animal that looked like a dog, but with bigger ears.
Their eyes were cold, unfeeling. My hackles raised up all the way. I've never seen any animal like this before. They were all brown with tan underbellies and under their noses. Their ears were really big. They were smaller than me, about the size of Francis.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I ask, my body going stiff. "You're an outsider. We don't take kindly to outsiders. What even are you? You're definitely a coyote or one of those dreaded wolves. You look like one though," one of those dog creatures asked in a raspy voice. I didn't like it at all.
"I-I'm a dog. I'm just lost. All I'm doing is trying to find my way out of here," I stammer, starting to back away. Why do I want to back off? I've faced dogs bigger than them before and wasn't afraid. I knew what the other dogs were capable of and I knew how to fight.
But something about them struck fear with in me. "Never heard of such creatures. What I do know is, any outsider who crosses into our territory faces death," the coyote threatened.
That was my cue to run. I galloped as fast as I could through the yellow grassland. Those coyotes were chasing me, barking and howling as they did so.
I came face to face with a cliffside, blocking my only escape. I turn around and see those coyotes surround me, backing me into the cliffside. There was no where I could run to. Guess all I had to do, was fight to stay alive.
I growled at them with my teeth bared, keeping my ears raised. "End of the line, dog. End of the line," one coyote laughed, slowly walking towards me.
"Bring it on, you circus rejects!" I snarl at them. That's when they pounced at me, showing me their teeth. I pounced back at them, latching my teeth onto one of their necks, throwing him down to get him away from me. I did put up a good fight but there was five of them. I couldn't take on all of them on my own.
I was hurt badly. My right foreleg hurt and I felt them sink their teeth into my neck, tearing off my bandana. This kept going until I heard a sharp, loud sound. The attack stopped and the coyotes let me go.
The pain was unreal. Every movement made me yelp. It hurt so much... Standing up wasn't an option. I then hear shouting at the coyotes. "Hey! Get out of here! Go on! Get!" a man shouted. I hear the coyotes run back into the woods.
Stretching my head out, I see the figure of a man and a kid running towards me. I whimpered in pain when I tried to move. "Easy, girl. It's okay," the man said, his voice smooth like butter. "Whoa, is she okay, dad?" the kid asked. The man started to touch me, running his fingers through my hair. I didn't fight back from how much I was hurting.
"I don't know, son. Let's get her home and I'll see what I can do," the man said, gently picking me up off of the ground. The kid grabbed my bandana, so I wouldn't have to worry about that. They carried me to their car and laid me in the back seat. I've never been in a car before. I've only rode on top of them.
Then, the car was moving. Where were these people taking me? I needed to go home.