Pet Friendly: Yorkshire Fields
Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 4:10 pm
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Start-Day 1
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It was another sunny day in Yorkshire Fields, only a few clouds in the sky. Pets and owners a like were waking up to start their day, some already in their car to work or others simply waking up and going downstairs to open shop. The streets were relatively quiet near the housing area besides the birds in the park that could be heard chirping happily to the new day as everyone woke up. It was a normal day for everyone, everyone except for one particular Arctic Wolf waking in the park...
The Arctic Wolf was leaning back against an Oak tree, opening his eyes from all the chirping birds. He stared blankly out at the scenery, almost as if his brain was still waking up itself. He sat up, rubbing his head before holding his hands out for examination. Fur? What the... He balled his hands into fists, feeling their strength. He jumped up and examined his body. Mainly white fur, mixture of brown on my chest, black trail on my tail... He walked over to the nearby pond, looking down into his reflection, turning and examining his body. Even opening his muzzle to see all his canine teeth. Wolf...I'm an Arctic Wolf? Why can't I remember anything...Who am I, and where am I? He noticed the collar in his reflection and quickly pulled the tag up so he could read it. Let's see...Jake? That must be my name, but...No address, no phone number? I have a collar so I must have an owner right? But why would they leave off all the important details, did I have 2 tags, and the information one fall off?
Jake examined himself one last time, turning and following the cement walkway through the park and onto the sidewalk. He looked up and down at all the townhouses, the street barren of moving vehicles. Maybe I live in one of these houses, I couldn't have wandered to far from home...Or maybe I can find someone who knows me and can point me home! Yea that will work, maybe I can figure out why I can't remember anything...
Meanwhile, a small and rather skinny German Shepard pup was having a hard time himself. After being found unconscious on the sidewalk and taken into the pound by animal control the day before, we find the puppy huddled in the corner of his cage. He shook from hunger, but mainly from fear. The pup didn't trust humans the slightest, so he didn't dare touch the food or water they provided him. The only reason he was awake now was from the nutrient shots he was given to put energy into his system so he could wake from his unconsciousness.
The poor pup just shook with fear, not knowing what was to be of his fate. His mind racing with questions and worry, when one of the female workers came by to kneel down to the pup's cage. “Hey little guy, why don't you eat some of your kibble, or drink some water?” She spoke with a friendly voice and smile, trying to get the pup at ease. He responded by curling up in the corner, facing away from the strange woman. Please just leave me alone, please go away...I didn't do anything wrong, my parents didn't do anything wrong... The pup choked back his tears, remembering when his parents were forcefully taken from him and barely escaping himself.
The female worker sighed, watching the scared pup. “I wish you would eat something, you're just going to pass out again...” She gave the pup one last concerned look before standing. 'If he doesn't start eating soon we're just gonna have to...*Sigh* We can't do anything if he won't eat...' She turned and headed back to the front.
Start-Day 1
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It was another sunny day in Yorkshire Fields, only a few clouds in the sky. Pets and owners a like were waking up to start their day, some already in their car to work or others simply waking up and going downstairs to open shop. The streets were relatively quiet near the housing area besides the birds in the park that could be heard chirping happily to the new day as everyone woke up. It was a normal day for everyone, everyone except for one particular Arctic Wolf waking in the park...
The Arctic Wolf was leaning back against an Oak tree, opening his eyes from all the chirping birds. He stared blankly out at the scenery, almost as if his brain was still waking up itself. He sat up, rubbing his head before holding his hands out for examination. Fur? What the... He balled his hands into fists, feeling their strength. He jumped up and examined his body. Mainly white fur, mixture of brown on my chest, black trail on my tail... He walked over to the nearby pond, looking down into his reflection, turning and examining his body. Even opening his muzzle to see all his canine teeth. Wolf...I'm an Arctic Wolf? Why can't I remember anything...Who am I, and where am I? He noticed the collar in his reflection and quickly pulled the tag up so he could read it. Let's see...Jake? That must be my name, but...No address, no phone number? I have a collar so I must have an owner right? But why would they leave off all the important details, did I have 2 tags, and the information one fall off?
Jake examined himself one last time, turning and following the cement walkway through the park and onto the sidewalk. He looked up and down at all the townhouses, the street barren of moving vehicles. Maybe I live in one of these houses, I couldn't have wandered to far from home...Or maybe I can find someone who knows me and can point me home! Yea that will work, maybe I can figure out why I can't remember anything...
Meanwhile, a small and rather skinny German Shepard pup was having a hard time himself. After being found unconscious on the sidewalk and taken into the pound by animal control the day before, we find the puppy huddled in the corner of his cage. He shook from hunger, but mainly from fear. The pup didn't trust humans the slightest, so he didn't dare touch the food or water they provided him. The only reason he was awake now was from the nutrient shots he was given to put energy into his system so he could wake from his unconsciousness.
The poor pup just shook with fear, not knowing what was to be of his fate. His mind racing with questions and worry, when one of the female workers came by to kneel down to the pup's cage. “Hey little guy, why don't you eat some of your kibble, or drink some water?” She spoke with a friendly voice and smile, trying to get the pup at ease. He responded by curling up in the corner, facing away from the strange woman. Please just leave me alone, please go away...I didn't do anything wrong, my parents didn't do anything wrong... The pup choked back his tears, remembering when his parents were forcefully taken from him and barely escaping himself.
The female worker sighed, watching the scared pup. “I wish you would eat something, you're just going to pass out again...” She gave the pup one last concerned look before standing. 'If he doesn't start eating soon we're just gonna have to...*Sigh* We can't do anything if he won't eat...' She turned and headed back to the front.