Post by Lil Bit on May 28, 2019 19:29:31 GMT
Somehow, despite all the twists and turns her day had taken, Lil Bit had made it to the complete opposite end of the district. She was a little roughed up, weary, and hungry, but otherwise no worse for wear. In fact, she trotted along the quiet streets in the merry way she always did; tail raised, with the tip bobbing from side to side with each step. In all, she was not that upset she had not found her human.Terrifying as it was to be on her own, without so much as a family to support her, she was enjoying feeling the thrill of adventure for once. Back on the farm, it felt like she knew everything she had to know. There were never any surprises; not the good kind, anyhow. At least here, she had made lots of friends, and learned some new things. Sooner or later, however, she would have to go back home. That's how it always went.
She had unsuccessfully found the butcher's shop, but had higher hopes for the next location. It did not belong to a different territory, from what Lil Bit could tell. The sights and smells looked the same from one street to the next, soothing her nerves somewhat. The place where the food smells was the strongest was along that appeared to be a main drag. Grey asphalt stretched down several city blocks lined with nearly uniform concrete buildings. As a dog, she could not comprehend what any of these businesses were about, but every once in a while, she would pass by a door from which the most tantalizing smells seeped out from under.
From time to time, Lil Bit would catch sight of approaching headlights, as cars slowly rumbled down the lane. By daytime standards, the place was practically abandoned. It was still full of life, however. Drunk humans gleefully scurried down the sidewalks, often in pairs or small groups, reeking of booze, tobacco, and other substances Lil Bit had no interest in. Like her, they turned their heads, shielding their faces from the cold, slushy rain that drizzled intermittently from the dark sky above.
Stepping out of the orange glow of the street lamps, the heeler ducked into a narrow corridor between to buildings. Trash bags lined the narrow path for the restaurants on either side, to be taken back to the proper dumpsters after the evening rush. Unfortunately, that moment came to pass as Lil Bit was rooting through a torn black bag. A line cook had stepped out, ready to finish up his remaining chores before calling it a night. Of course, Lil Bit did not know this. All she understood was that a human had appeared out of nowhere and was yelling at her. With her tail between her legs, she scampered back out to the main street, looking disgruntled and anxious as she eyed the corridor over her shoulder, slowly meandering along once more.