estdeus_innobis | It's a dog's life, I wanna lead a dog's life, run in the woods, dig a hole, it's interesting...

[Early afternoon, Wednesday, January 13th, day 227]
[The streets of Excolo]

The cook yelled and threw a pan when I came sniffing for food, but the door wasn't locked and I slammed it open and out out out into the alley. More good smells out here but I don't stop; she's not chasing but she might so better not. Into the street instead, all sunshine and slush, and my hind claws skid on the mud but I keep going, and by the time I've reached the end of the street I can't remember why I'm running so I stop.

Plenty of good smells here too. Bread and meat and cakes and sugar all good, good. Slow down to a walk and look friendly. Lots of people, some of them wandering, some of them yelling or running, some of them fighting too. None of them look like they have food. I keep walking.

Lots of people still, but no one has food. But if I keep walking and looking like a good dog someone will feed me. Right? Right.

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