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COSMO!! by CoolSkelli COSMO!! :iconcoolskelli:CoolSkelli 2 1
Literature
Strays, ch 28
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter Twenty Eight
Scar's POV
  "Oh my Dog, Scar, I-" the Mutt started. I thought I'd never see him again. I thought that if I ever saw him again, I'd be too soon. It's way too soon. "Oh my Dog, I've been in the hands of a psychopath this whole time! I don't wanna go back!! And now he's gonna take all of us away and, and-"
  "Look, we all know we can't escape this," Fang started, "If this is gonna happen, we have two options, and one of them is a dead end anyway."
  "Lay them on us, Fang." Mutt sat up and perked her ears.
  "Okay, option one, we break out whenever we get let out to run around in the backyard, the dead end on this one is that we all know eventually one of us will be caught and he'll find us again. Okay, now two, we get taken away by the man, Mutt, you know the place better than I do, got any game plans on how we could all break out?"
  "Um, there's a back door that doesn't lock that one of you two could try to open, an
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Literature
Strays, ch 27
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter Twenty Seven
Mutt's POV
  "So, what can you even remember from before you were trapped in that city?" Everyone in the kennels welcomed our new and temporary member. Scar, Fang, and I were all asking him questions to get to know him better, and because we needed information about this man, even though he couldn't give us what we wanted. But I'm still determined to crack the case!
  "Not much, the only somewhat vivid memory is with me and my puppies, actually. My owner also had a Dashund, and we had the most adorable little puppies together, and they were so small and cute and..." He trailed off. Fang and I stared down and Scar wanted to know more,
  "Then what?"
  "They, they were all taken away from me. All but one. Clair and I just wouldn't let go of Draco, so the owners didn't sell him away. The rest is just blurred colors and feelings. But, that's the past,"
  Everyone sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Then a nurse c
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Literature
Strays, ch 26
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter Twenty Six
Poppy's POV
  "Really dude, like, really? Stealing a cute, obviously innocent chihuahua off the streets is not good for your record dude." I was sitting in the passenger seat of a very old, very angry man's truck. He was slamming on the brakes and gas constantly, and almost ran a little kid over!
  "Okay you stupid little dog! We're gonna go take a trip to the local veterinarians office and go get you some friends, how does that sound!" The words seemed nice, but in reality, he was just shouting at me. He seemed to be so mad, like this one dog I met a long while ago, he was probably come kinda sheep dog mix, and he got so mad, he started foaming at the mouth. This dude was doing about the same thing. So, we sped down the road, and all the air was flying in my face. I would have jumped out by now, but I wanted to see where this was gonna go. Sorry Doug!
  We stopped at one of the vets me and Doug had passed by before, it was lik
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Literature
Strays, ch 25
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter Twenty Five
Doug's POV
  "Poppy! Poppy stop!" Poppy was running around and almost got hit by a car! "Poppy! Get back here!" He chuckled at me and kept running. I rolled my eyes and chased after him. I nearly got hit as well, dumb humans, not even caring about us strays. I grabbed Poppy by my teeth and dragged him back to the sidewalk, that was almost identical looking to the road, the snow was pilling up again. When I brought him back to the sidewalk, he was going to go back into the street, but he hesitated, and that's why I caught him, "No, no no, Poppy, stop it. You're gonna wind up dead if ya don't stop runnin' in the road, and trust me, no body wants to see your dead body sprawled in the middle of the road."
  "Ugh, fine. I was just trying to have some fuuuuuun," I rolled my eyes once more. We strode down the street after spending the night with those absolutely adorable kids. Apparently, they were almost like, a pack of strays. They didn
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Literature
Strays, ch 24
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter Twenty Four
Scar's POV
  "... it time yet doc?"
  "No, no we should give him a couple more days until th..." Words kept starting and stopping constantly. This happened every time I woke up. Why can't I just wake up normally, like a normal dog?? I tried sitting up, then slipped back down on my cast again. I drowsily opened my eyes, and it seemed that the doctor and nurse in front of me, looked at each other and nodded. I didn't care, all I needed to do was wake up. So when they left, I tried to chase my tail. I sat up the best I could and ran circles in my cage for about five minutes I'd say. After that, I fell back over from dizziness, but at least I could think now. I realized I got kibble all over my cage, and that there was a metallic bowl in the corner of my cage. I licked some of it off the blanket while I was collapsed in my cage.
  After a couple minutes of adjusting to the light and my brain "rebooting", I sat up and looked around
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Literature
Dear Mrs. Inspiration
Dear Mrs. Inspiration
  Today is my favorite of all time teacher's birthday. I did tell her about my page, but I don't think she's gotten around to it. Anyway, that's not what this is about.
  So, last year I had two teachers, Mr. Jokester and Mrs. Inspiration, (I'm not using their reals names for privacy purposes, even though I'm sure they wouldn't care) anyway, as of right now, and it'll probably stay that way, they are both tied in the top for my favorite teachers EVER! They're my favorite for different things. Mr. Gorgeous (he always joked about being narcissistic, it was funny) taught reading and science (he retired after like, 46 years of teaching, sadly, but he DID desperately need a vacation, after forty six years of annoying kids, anyway) not everyone liked him, but it was really only the kids who got in trouble. Basically, if you were good, he was funny and nice, and he'd give out treats and stuff. But if you were on him bad side, he was not afraid to bring out the
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Literature
Strays, ch 23
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter Twenty Three
Fang's POV
  "Oh my god! Mutt!! Mutt, I missed you so much," I practically yelled! My tail made a clanking sound against the bars on the cage as it wagged. A tear stung my eye. I'd really missed her.
  "Dad! You're okay! Well, kinda... I can't believe it! How'd you get here?!" I remembered all about the car crash and the huge gash on my forehead. I look over her, and it was heart breaking. The huge cast on her paw, all the way to her shoulder. The slit on her forehead. Scratches and bruises and scrapes everywhere.
  "Hey, you got something on your forehead too! Speaking of, what in the name of dog happened to you?!" I was trying to seem silly. I was actually scared out of my mind.
  "Oh, it's really nothing. The two huge dogs threw me against a wall a couple times, the made me clean up my own mess. I was just stolen off the streets by a kid who's given me food the day beforehand and I was beat and abused by a seven hundr
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Literature
Strays, ch 22
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter Twenty Two
Mutt's POV
  "Ugh, where am I now...?" I muttered under my breath. For the past.. I don't know, week? I've been here, there, everywhere! Now I was behind bars- or, as normal Pitbulls say, a cage. It was prison to me though. James was carrying me somewhere, not a surprise. I'm sure his grandfather was forcing him to do something again. There's just something about that guy, he has a very abusive nature to him.
  "C'mon now, James. I'm seventy with arthritis and I can walk faster than you!" He yelled. I covered my poor sensitive ears, but I guess that did nothing, cause the ringing was still there.
  "More like seven hundred," James murmured under his breath. Thank the clouds that man had terrible hearing. Now that I've spent so much time with James, I've grown a bond. He's the only one who's been feeding me - I mean, not very much, but at least he's still feeding me - he keeps me warm by giving me blankets, and even holding me i
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Literature
Strays, Ch 21
The Strays: Dog Edition, Chapter TWENTY ØNE (and yes, I had to do that)
Poppy's POV
  "Doug, what're you doing?" I said. He was walking up to those, nasty little people sitting on a old ragged blanket and a sign with weird symbols.
  "I'm only trying to help. I used to be a police dog, it's in my blood." He stole a sub-sandwich that was on a bench very ninja-like, then swiftly brought it back to the tiny people. There was a couple of people sitting on the bench, a small-sized girl and large man. The little people nodded their heads in gratitude and nibbled away at the bread. My lord, they were eating slowly, like, c'mon! You're literally five seconds away from starvation and your eating like your at a fancy place eating tea and crumpets!!
  Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the large man look down at the bench where the bread stacked with green yucky stuff sat. I ran behind Doug as he stood up and started stomping towards us. Doug didn't notice him until I whisp
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Literature
Strays, ch 20
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter Twenty
Doug's POV
  "Good lord that took a long time,"
  "Tell me about it, I've been there for five years, human, of course." Poppy said. The chihuahua, of course. We finally got out of that strange, strange place. It took, what, a week to get out? Somehow, after hours, and hours, and hours, of wandering and running and whatever, we made out way out. "Wow, I haven't seen the outside world for years. This is amazing, you live here?" Poppy said, while he happily played on the snow and gazed up to the stars.
  "This is a random question, but how old are you, Poppy?"
  "Around 16, human years, 85 dog years."
  "Wow," we strolled down the street, we were probably in, Brooklyn, or something. Poppy still gazed into the sky and pounced at any bug or small rodent he spotted, and avoided everything larger than him. "Hey, I know we don't know each other well, but I have no one else to say this to, and I need to get this off my chest,"
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Literature
Strays, ch 19
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter nineteen
Mutt's POV
  "Where are you taking me? Where are we?! Tell me right now!" I barked at the top of my, now very squished lungs. Whoever this was, they were keeping me very close to them, and it was starting to hurt.
  "Don't worry little pup, someone just wants to meet you." I remembered that voice from somewhere... But I can't worry about that now! I struggled, but to no avail, clearly I wasn't messing with some little girl with noodle arms.
  "Let go! Leeeeeeeeet go!" I started clawing away at this person's, I'm assuming it's a guy from the voice, sleeve with my back legs. Then I bent my left one the wrong way, and tears flooded my eyes. No, I must stay strong. As this, person, trudged through the snow, and I blinked away my tears, headlights of an older, blue, rusted truck pulled up to us.
  "You got da dog?"  The man in the driver's seat groaned. There was some bags in the back of the truck, and the carpet on the insi
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Literature
Strays, ch 18
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter eighteen
Scruff's POV
  "Kid, look, you have to know who are the good ones, and the bad ones, eh? This is what happens ya dumb pup, don't go up to strangers!" Ruff explained. Mutt had gone up to a man, he was probably 50-ish, or ten in dog years. He had brown-gray hair, and he was sitting on a bench with his, I'm assuming, wife/girlfriend who seems, about 9 in dog years. So around 45, maybe 49 or so. Somewhere in between. Anyway, they was feeding the birds, and Mutt came up to them. They threw some seeds at her, and she thought it was a god thing, so she ate some of the seeds, then spit them out because well, they made for birds. She decided to thank them anyway, and when she went to go lick the man's face, he threw her onto the ground. His wife smacked him and Mutt, with a tear in her eye, walked sternly to us, and walked passed us and headed for the alleyway. She can't be actin' so strong when she's hurt can she? She'll be able to hide any injury
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Literature
Strays, ch 17
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter seventeen
Fang's POV
  "Huh?" I groaned. I was laying down on a table, with some type of mask on me, and some fluid filled needles going through my legs. Quickly, the humans around me took the mask off, and finally I could breath fresh air. "What's going on here?! Where am I?!" I whimpered. I would have run away, but I was unable to move. We're the humans trying to kill this poor soul?
  "Awww, poor little puppy," a woman with a mask on her face came up to me and started petting me, on the forehead, behind the ears, and especially on the stomach. A dog's dream. If a dog wasn't trying to find their daughter!! I struggled, and ultimately, I failed. I still had no ability to move, only my paws and my ears. Suddenly red filled my vision in my left eye. Pain, pain, PAIN. The woman quickly got up and grabbed this, circle cloth.... Thingy. She wiped off my forehead and I felt the feeling come back in my legs. Apparently, I had gotten blood in my eye.
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Literature
Strays, ch 16
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter sixteen
Doug's POV
  "Woah! What was that?!" An object, a deflated basketball, I believe, had just flown through the air, and almost hit me square in the face. This was the third time something totally random had just been flying through the air, like no big deal. I've tried time after time to get out of this town, but to no avail. I feel like if I'm walking in a straight line, that I'm going in a circle, and if I walk in like, a square shape I'm going straight. This town, confuses my little dog brain.
  "Howdy, how do?" Suddenly this small chihuahua that was very disfigured walked up to me. His eyes did not line up, one was higher up than the other, he had a tiny sombrero on his head, he was shaking like it was the end of the world, and his body shape made me believe he had been through a lot, and that it was all his fault. His shoulder seems misplaced, and his back knees looked like they bent the wrong way, but they didn't. I slowly back awa
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Happy Faja's day!!!! Good job to all y'all fajas out there! But only if you're a good dad... Yep. Okay bye.
Btw, thanks for four hundred page views :3 <3
I wish people didn't just favorite my "art" for the sake of me checking out their page. Rarely do people ever favorite my work because they like it, because if they did, they would comment, or something! But nope. Whenever I check out their page, it's either a professional writer/photographer/whatever depending on what I posted, or its someone with a points donation thing on their page. Never have I favorited a post to get someone attention to check out my page, and if you like my work, just comment and say so. It makes me feel worse when people favorite my work without even giving it two looks, than when people do nothing, because I just feel like the people who favorite just think ill "fall for their trick" or something. Then again, I could be completely wrong and these people could just be innocent people going along in their day, but whenever I check these pages out, the one most common comment is "thanks for the fave". Just my thought.
COSMO!!
   Okay so I know this isn't art, (I mean he's cute enough to be art, but you know what I talking about,) but I'm gonna get A PWUPPYYYYY AND HES SO COOT. Okay anyway, so right now he's only two and a half weeks old but he visited my house today and HES JUST THE CUTEST LITTLE BABY <3. The ppl were getting him from brought him (Cosmo is his name) and his brother, and I was holding his brother. I laid "yet to be named" on the couch, and he was getting cold or something, so I tried to warm him up with my hands, and he was curled up in a little ball using my hand as a pillow, AND IT WAS THE CUTEST THIIIING. Anyway, I can't wait until July when we get heem. I'm sooo happy :3
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IM GETTING A PWUPPY!! This is a big deal for me bc I'm allergic to dogs, but this dog is hypoallergenic so yay, lol

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Hi, my name is Camaro. Yes, after the car. My dad has five freaking other ones so, yep. Anyway, I am a, now, a 12 year old writer, who hopes to grow up to be an author, wether it be for a living, or still as a hobby. I also might want to work as a nurse at my local hospital.
So, my favorite things to write about is either a, this sounds weird but, romance, but not a really romantic one, you know? Like, a normal, realistic relationship, and actually, I started one about six, eight months ago, and didn't finish it. Anyway, I also LOVE writing about dogs! I also just love dogs. You can probably tell just by my current/first story. I love dem.
Lastly, I have a bestie, her devianart is www.sugarnsweets.deviantart.co… , and I would say her name, but she doesn't want it publicized, so I shall call her Sugar. She is... I guess you could say my soul mate. Now now, soul mate doesn't always mean romantically, although I do identify as pansexual, I'm merely stating that we are perfect for each other, as long as we're together. As mutual friends, as best friends, or more! Thanks for reading and checking out my stories, and if you'd like, you could suggest a story idea that I can write as a short story-- or more! BAI!
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SugarnSweets Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Can't wait for a story!
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Pshhh, yea right! 
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