Post by Tack on Mar 23, 2006 0:11:29 GMT -5
Tack yelped as he was kicked, His whole left side hurt from the mighty kick he had reseived from the master.
Whinning he Crouched on the floor and reseived another nausiating blow to the side, Before he was Roughly half dragged half picked up and dragged to the door and tossed out side like a piece of trash.
The master yelled at him in the deep, scratchy tone that the two legs used.
The master was mad at somthing, Tack sertinly did nothing wrong.
The master pointed to the small shelter that was in his yard, and Tack slowly slinked his way to it, tail between his legs.
The Dogs of the street should be used to the yelling, and the sore sides Tack had the next days.
Whinning he Crouched on the floor and reseived another nausiating blow to the side, Before he was Roughly half dragged half picked up and dragged to the door and tossed out side like a piece of trash.
The master yelled at him in the deep, scratchy tone that the two legs used.
The master was mad at somthing, Tack sertinly did nothing wrong.
The master pointed to the small shelter that was in his yard, and Tack slowly slinked his way to it, tail between his legs.
The Dogs of the street should be used to the yelling, and the sore sides Tack had the next days.
