Diary Drabble: Dog

Dog sits in his prison glad of the blanket protecting him from the stone cold floor. His name isn’t dog, or Angus like the kind people caring for him call him. It used to be Bailey. Though he’ll answer to just about anything if someone would just love him.

Dog knows this isn’t a prison either. It’s one step away from being alone in the world and starving. Dog remembers cold nights and feeding on chicken carcasses when he got kicked out. He still feels the ache of that boot on his flank. It h...