Please read the backstory i worked really hard on it and like there's 5 paragraphs in it :3
Willow Gender: Female Stray Dog Likes: Fluffy things, Water, Dogs who support her Dislikes:Abusive owners, dogs used for fighting, death Backstory:Willow used to have an owner, But she ran away. The reason was that the owner's children abused her. They were about 7 or 8, she thought. They would kick her around the house and throw rocks at her when she wanted to play with her ball. They would even throw her down the stairs. She got many bruises and cuts when she was there. The bad thing was that the owner never knew. She was trying to get his attention every time, but the kids always dragged her back, hurting her more. One day, she had enough, and while the kids were taking her for a walk, she bit both kids on the hand, making a deep cut in each of them for their punishment, Then ripped her leash of and bounded torwards a forest nearby. She then found a shelter under a tree, and slept under there for the night. She woke up early and started to pick up leaves from the ground, putting them under the tree. She had a sore back, and when she took the last chunk of leaves to her new home, she spread all the leaves around and collapsed, exausted from the effort it took to use her back. She woke up again, mid-day, and with her back less sore, she looked for food. After about an hour or so, she heard her name being called. "Willow!" The kids. They were looking for her. She heard them laugh Evily. She ran as fast as she could the other way. She couldn't let them get her! Who knows what they could do next. She was looking backwards; she could see two dark shillouettes running torwards her. She tripped, and fell off a cliff leading to a sewer pipe. She hurt her left front leg badly, but she didn't care. She ran into the sewer pipe praying that the kids wouldn't go in, too. She looked behind, and saw them running past the pipe, snickering. She felt a wave of relief, and counted two minutes. She then checked back. They were now walking glumly in her direction. One of the kids then pointed to her, and they started screaming her name and laughing. She couldn't move for a second, terrified, but then got back to her senses and ran as deep in the pipe as she could. She stopped at an intersection in the pipes, taking a split second to decide. she took the left pipe, since the kids were both right-handed. Intersection after intersection came, and she thought happily,"The boys are never going to find me!". After a while she found a opening, which she went through. She realized how disgusting the air in the sewer was and how fresh the air was outside. She wondered how she was going to get back to shelter, but a small wood shack answered that. She went around the perimeter of the house, checking if there was anyone in there. She saw a dark human looking shape moving in the shack. Her heart stopped for a split second, then made a decision. She would have to take her chances. She scratched at the door, whimpering to make herself sound helpless. The door opened. There was a 50 year old looking man, who looked down at her and gasped. He kneeled down and smiled at her, and then noticed her badly cut and bruised back and leg. He scooped her up in his arms, and she then lost conciousness. When she woke up, she was in a pet hospital, curled up on a bed. (WHOO BOY THIS IS HARD TO WRITE) After a few weeks, she left with the man and he made a small bed for her in a house that was beside the shack that she didn't notice before, due to a thick, blue fog. She now lives her life there, with a dog flap at the front so she can go in and out at any time. AAAAAAAAAAAA I CAN WRITE A WHOLE BOOK WITH DIS GIRL NO WONDER MY TEACHER SAYS IM A CAPABLE WRITER AAAAAAAAAAA ;v;
