Trash & Shelter

The rain beat down on the makeshift den where Shelter slept soundly. The den, an old crate with a tarp draped over it, provided a dry place to stay during storms. A crash of thunder woke the blind flock guardian, her cloudy eyes jolting open. Soon, a tiny miniature pinscher was at her side. The little black and tan dog nuzzled the elderly cream-colored sheepdog. “I’ll find us some food, Shelter.” Trash bounded back towards a pile of trash that had been recently discarded in the dump and dug around for anything edible. She nearly gagged at the scent of an unidentified rotten fruit. Up the pile she climbed, being more careful where she placed her nose now. Back at the den, Shelter let her head rest on her paws, keeping an ear on her surroundings. She tried to ignore the rumbling of her stomach and the pangs of hunger she felt. She was sure that Trash, with her rapid metabolism, was no less hungry than she.

Amigo

Like the multitudes of stray dogs that flocked to the dumpsite, Amigo found himself clamoring over piles of discarded trash in hopes to locate something to satisfy his hungry belly. He'd managed to gnaw the remnants of meat off a handful of chicken bones and a few moldy pieces of wheat bread before the pouring rain overcame them. The massive Great Dane skitters to a hopeless shelter, though the rain still flecks against his exposed legs and his rear. He huffs, vexed by his large stature. There isn't much for Amigo to do other than bask in his misfortune. While he dwells on it, a sudden movement catches Amigo's eyes. The little Trash scrambling up a pile of trashbags in the rain. Amigo pricks his ears, lifting his muzzle as he watches her with a prickle of curiosity. She reels away from a certain bag of trash. Amigo rises to his paws, stepping away from the measly shelter he found and several paces towards here. "Hello, fellow scavenger! You need help?" He kindly woofs, tail wagging as he hopes to convey his harmlessness to the much-smaller pinscher.