Venus kept to the shadows as she trotted along the street, her paws making no sound against the pavement. No one noticed the stray dog as she weaved through the legs of the people, searching for something to eat just like any other stray. She'd been born on the streets three years ago, and preferred it that way.
Smelling some food, she turned into an empty alleyway and padded to some bins outside the back of the restaurant.
Jake, a black lab, was eating some meatballs the owner had put on the porch for him. he saw the skinny dog. "Want some?" it really sounded like: "Waawwwdntf sfmoene?"
He swallowed. "Do you want some?" he stepped back.
He backed up, slowly to show her he was freindly. He wagged his tail, panting.
He sat, showing again he would not attack, but be obeidiant.
"Have some more. Im FULL." he rolled onto his back, showing his belly as a sign and he was exausted from eating.
"Eat your fill." he groaned. "Uggh... Ate...too...much."
He growled playfully. "Come on, FINISH IT... I know you want to."
"No, really. Eat, or you hang with me until tomorrow. Tomorow is spaghetti!"
"Come on! please? So I dont have to eat it? I KNOW you arnt full yet." Jake pleaded.
"Im a stray." he got up, and shook the dirt off his pelt.