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The full dark grey clouds spread low all over the properties of Saint Caucus; They hung over like they had been building since late last night. I slowly tightened my jaw and blinked my eyes, and raised my large head up above my sagging body and long legs. I squinted my eyes against the still, cool brightness of the early morning, and drew a deep breath in. My long, gaze started at the chain link lot around me, it stands as a reminder that this is my home, most dogs would never allow this, but my lot and house is a peaceful, wonderful place, I have a view of everything that stirs around me, and a reason to stay out of trouble. my owners know I can push open the gate with my long nose, so a red, was out, heavily chewed dog leash hooks there, latching the door. I stared past the holes in the fence to the yard, I watched a scuffed, black mouse scoot quickly across my favorite lone converse sneaker of Amber Lynn’s., which has also been saturated in rain, and pushes down into the grainy, wet, dirt. My eyes followed across the scattered, bumpy, dirt road seeing Ruby, the four year old horse that Amber Lynn got when she was only eleven, on the other side. Her small corral was at the base of a hill that forms right in front of Lake Allison, it is scatted with hay belles and one small jump, that she won in a county fair. She looked handsome against the dark nature scenery. Her white- based ,icy blue eye looks misplaced against her slim black features and body. Of course, I’m not one to judge, my whole person looks out of place. I am a pit bull/ beagle mix, which a lot of times turns people away. I stand at a medium-short height, and have a medium build, I Woodworking Magazines have loose skin, which Dangles at my neck, leaving my neck thicker than my head. I also have a long face, solidly colored caramel eyes, and I have the legs of a heavy set deer. Brown and black dominate my face, with a white stripe from my nose to my forehead, my back is heavily spotted in black, and clouded with large black splotches on top of a white base. I arose to my feet on top of my quilt that is laid out on the ground, right before southern gospel music poured from the wall of the house that I am right in front of, signaling Amber Lynn’s clock radio alarm, which meant it was six o’ clock a.m., soon she would be leaving for school. Amber Lynn’s window blinds rise and she peers outside, her breather fogs the cold glass. Her shoulder length hair that is usually strait, is wavy and messy, her face is drowsy, and she is wearing a light tan tank top and grey pajama bottoms. She looks to my lot and smiles. Her front teeth are large and flat, and beside them smaller ones make a nice length in the apples of her cheeks, average pointy ones finish her smile next. I wagged my tail rapidly and searched for my voice. I let out a part broken howl, that was my specialty I usually did at night or when I am following a car. I woke up Dude, the rottweiler/ lab mix that shares my owners. I heard him sneeze in the section behind the house that was his, his lot was made of wood, while mine had chain link, that alone was about the only difference between our lots. Both of our dog houses had been personalized by Amber Lynn, with a brochure from our vet, Ms. Parker, pictures of Ruby from her shows, magazine clippings, the Lord’s Prayer, a school paper, and other things that catches her eye as something we would want, She even left a big, red lipstick kiss stain on our wall. I have a grey ceramic bowl for food, I also have a large, yellow bucket for water that, before I arrived was used for woodworking, which Darrin and Joe (Amber Lynn’s father and grandfather) do as a hobby and small business. The sun slightly peaked over the horizon, Ruby neighed quietly. I looked to the top of the hill, stretching widely, I remember times when we would be at Lake Allison at this time, touching the cold mud in the basin, walking down rock, following the water that trickles down them, and challenging trouts to races. The grey screen door flew open on the porch, and Amber Lynn stepped out, wearing a pair of jeans, a v- neck olive green t- shirt, and a small gold necklace hooked to her neck. She was carrying a can of canned dog food, which she popped open and dumped into my ceramic bowl. I charged for the slices of meet greedily, swallowing loudly. I eat quicker than most dogs because my neck is bigger, The food slid down my throat and I licked the cowl clean, ready for a new meal. Amber Lynn laughed and slid her slender hand into the holes of the chain link and scratched behind my ear. As she pulled back, I noticed her fingernails were painteda chrome russet color, it looked exquisite against her lightly tan fair skin. Ayden, Amber Lynn’s four year old little brother marched through the door, wearing a black batman t shirt, short jeans, and white sneakers. “Hey Tayhloor.” he yelled, getting Ruby’s attention. He pet my rapidly through the lot. “Awe.“ Amber Lynn said under her breathsorry, I know it’s one big block, something went wrong when I put it on here, thanks for reading it