((Grand Junction, Colorado)
(Third person)
Rose kept running until she came across a grassy land that had a river running through it. It looked western for the most part, had Dusty canyons with it. Feeling thirsty, the collie mix walks over to the river.
Her mix-matched ears perk up as she looked down at it. The river was so clean that she saw the rocks at the bottom like the water was a mirror. It was the most beautiful river she's ever seen. She lowered her head and began to lap it up.
It tasted so good; better than the other one. She walked in the river, feeling the coolness of it under her paws and in her fur. She then decided that she wanted to cool off, so the mixed bred dog rolled over onto her back, feeling the water run through her black and brown fur.
'The gang would love this...' Rose thought as she rolled onto her paws, shaking her pelt from the water before walking out of the river, still shaking her fur. To her right, she thought she could see a town.
Where there was a town, there was food. She had to eat something before finding a place to sleep for the night. That little bath had relaxed her, food would make it even better.
The mix bred dog made her way to the town, entering the town square. The place was as lively as it could be. Cars drove down the streets, people were coming out of stores and restaurants.
Rose lifted her muzzle and started to sniff the air. She smelled out the food from the restaurants and caught the scent of chicken from one a block down. While trotting there, Rose didn't see any dogs there.
Rose reached the corner and peeked around it, raising her mix-matched ears as she saw a food truck that made anything chicken wise. "Jackpot," she smiled with a wag of her tail.
She began thinking about how she was going to get the food from them. The back door was open, exposing the food to her. There was a whole cooked chicken sitting in a tray, sitting there as if it was waiting for Rose.
he trotted over and stopped at the back of the truck. The people inside were too busy tending to customers to notice what she was doing. Rose hoisted herself on the truck by her forepaws and grabbed the chicken by her teeth.
When she grabbed it, one of the workers saw this happening from the corner of her eye. "Hey! Drop that, you filthy mutt!" She screamed at the mix-bred dog.
Rose picked up the chicken and took off running, knocking some stuff off of the truck. As she galloped on the street, she felt something hit her on the back, knocking her on her down.
The dog hit her chin with a yelp, dropping the chicken on the ground. "Oww… ow…" she whimpered, pushing herself to her paws, legs shaking. Once she stood up, she tried walking forward, only to feel a sharp pain shoot up her right hind leg when she put weight on it.
Rose looked around and down on her hindleg, seeing that it was shaking as she held her paw up. There was a cut on below the joint, blood starting to seep out. It was also sprained.
"Ah man… this hurts…" she whimpered, limping forward to pick the chicken up. After picking it up, the dog limped to a small park nearby, thankfully there wasn't many people there since it was becoming evening.
Not mention, it was really warm and the sun shown through clouds in the sky. Rose found a set of bushes near a thick oak tree where its leaves gave her perfect shade. It was a perfect place to rest for the night.
She pushed through the bushes, shaking her fur from the leaves. As she laid down, she dropped the chicken beside her. She began licking the open wound gently, feeling her heart break from missing her family.
After tending to her wounded leg, she got started on the chicken, which was delicious. After finishing it, the dog turned in for the night. She needed to get a move on in the morning if she wanted to get home.