No-one knew about the Hamelin Sanctuary, or at least no-one talked about it. Gloria stumbled upon it quite by accident, her fur matted and dirty, paws aching, stomach growling. She’d never known there was anyone living in the forest.
All tagged Dog
A delicatessen touch
They’d tried all the obvious things, of course. Squint-Nose McGee had learned the hard way that the doors closed whip-fast and were made to withstand substantial impacts at speed. He’d been Stan, before.
Big Al, tough, with scars all over his face and one ear mostly missing, had suggested a full-frontal assault. No-one heard, though, him standing only hip high to most of the other bruisers and biters, and they’d spotted a different opportunity.
Dog days
Cloves and cardamon and fresh grass mixed with damp loam like a symphony as they all clatter to the car - shouting over who gets front, who gets back, youngest pulls second-youngest’s hair, but he gets his seat, as he always does, despite the howling and stamping.