Michigan walked through the streets. Her friends called her Mish, but where in the heck were they?Her family was gone, she knew that, for sure. She had scared off some pups, by her feirce appearance. Mish knew where he life was going. She would have to goto the dog fights. Also known as the pound. "A living hell..." She muttered as she spotted one of the men in a blue uniform. She darted away, but it was to late, she growled, bit and thrashed with all her might, but it was to late. Mish was lazily put into the truck, soon ending up in a small cage in a foundation room where other dogs were kept. She lied in the cage, hoping to get something to eat. Michigan was thrown a little peice of scrap meat. Finding food was hard enough, but she could usually feed herself until she was full. Mish wondered why she got so little to eat, but then she looked around. There were about three-hundred more dogs around her.
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