What Happens To Biters

I sit at the door, wagging my tail, waiting for my owner to get dressed. He is taking forever, maybe I should jump on the door a little to get his attention. I paw at the clear part of the door, I don't even get that thing. It's like I can jump right through it, but I.. Can't... I hear a footstep. He is coming! He looks down at me with a happy face and says, "an ind o outside?!" Outside! Yes! I hope he has my chew ball! He opens the door and I dart outside. I must run!

I hop down the steps, that kind of hurt. I don't know how long I've lived, but I am kind of weak in the bones. Blind kind of too. Stop! These bad thoughts suck. It's time to run! I scurry down the yard, looking across my owner is just getting out the door. He has this really big bag, it's not very fat, just long. He wears that bag when he is hunting. Oh boy! I get to chase the little fluffy things! Maybe even scare the flying ones! He climbs into that big thing and opens a door, patting that comfy spot. I run over and hope inside.

He reaches his arm across me to shut the door, his face is close, i kiss him. He looks at me and pats my head while wiping my kiss off his face. Why does he do that? He never sniffs my butt either. I try putting it in his face but he doe-

AH! The big machine just started making noise and moving. I need to get air, it's scary in here. I paw at the door and he opens clear part. How can he do that? We move out of home and go forward. I stick my head out the door, this is amazing! It's like running really fast, without having to move. I open my mouth and let the air push me, it makes my tongue flop out, so my mouth doesn't feel all wet.

We stop moving at a bright red thing, we need to move, this isn't our area. This spot's already been peed on. We start moving just after another big things passes us.

I think about that scary person I saw yesterday. He hit me with a stick and said, "Bad ogg!" He was so scary, I growled but he wouldn't go away. He tried to hit me, it scared me so much. I bit his hand when it went after me. He started screaming and ran away. He was so scary!

Before long we stop. He makes the big thing stop making noise, tells me to stay, and climbs out. I want out! Let me out! He opens the other door and pulls out his long bag, and something else. What's that? My chew ball! I want to leap, but my owner said stay. I do as told.

He opened my door and pulled me down to the ground. He kneeled next to me, I love when he does that. When he doesn't look so tall, it makes me feel comfortable. He pat my head, scratched my neck. Right there. Yes. That feels amazing. He looked at me, saying good things to me, with that high pitch talk he does. Then he went to grab something behind him, what is it??

He whips it out and says "ey ott er ball!" My ball! Throw it! I'll bring it back, promise! He gets tall again, and puts it behind his head. That means he will throw it. I stand and wait.

Then with a hurl he throws it, far. Psh, I can catch that. I run for it, i just realized I'm in a long field. Those one's that have the long yellow grass when it's hot out. At first I passed it, but I slightly caught the sun shining off it.

I put the chew ball in my mouth, then look for my owner. There he is! He pulls something out of that long bag, maybe it's a treat! I run back to him as fast as I can. He just put something inside that long stick thing. Do i get to fetch it?! I keep running to him, he is kind of blurry. He points the stick at me, with the end on his shoulder. What is that? I must know. I run, and he keeps pointing it at me. I finally make it so him, I look at the stick and realize, that's the thing he uses to make the fluffy white things stop moving. Forever.