Wandering...Missing the Kids {C/Deni w/Asia}

[Zantalia]

 


It was Thursday night, the children wouldn't be at their dad's again until Wednesday, so poor Dakota was on her own with her dad until the kids came home again.  She'd taken a walk with her dad earlier, but he had had to go to a meeting, so he'd left Dakota in the kennel when he'd left, he didn't realize that she had found a break in the fencing, not visible to her dad's eye but just big enough that the little forty pound Dalmatian could slip easily out and go wandering.  Her silver pawprint tag jingled as she squeezed her way out the split in the kennel fence.  Her dark blue nylon collar showed up well upon her spotted frame.  Princess Dakota was free in moments and padded toward the town Square.  

Dakota's dainty paws with their black nails carried her effortlessly over the concrete sidewalks.  She picked up her pace to an easy trot and turned toward the familiar sidewalks.  Her dark brown-black eyes took in her surroundings.  As she was beginning to pass the park Dakota paused and then darted across the road, horns blared but she paid them no mind her selective hearing kicking in.  She was on a single minded mission to the park.  There were children there, and they were almost the same age as Dakota's children.  As she moved to the edge of the park path, she stopped and sat, her tail waved as she yipped toward the children on the picnic blanket ahead of her.  

The girl with the blonde hair looked up at the yip and got to her feet, ready to dart to the Dalmatian sitting there, but her mother's sharp voice and a yank of her father's hand, pulled the girl back to the blanket.  With a soft whimper, Dakota got up and turned away, her head, ears and tail low as she walked slowly along the sidewalk.  Even the other children wouldn't spend time with her, or their parents wouldn't let them, fearing she was a stray that would harm them.  With a soft sigh, Kota found a spot in the shade of a tree and lay down.  If she could have shed tears, she would have, but she was only a dog.  She didn't want to go back to dad's yet, it was too early.  

She tucked her paws under her chest and lay in the shade, feeling miserable and alone.  She just wanted someone to pet her, someone to play fetch with her, someone to play tag with her.  All the things her children would do with her.  She sighed again and tucked her muzzle against her right shoulder and closed her eyes as she curled into a pathetic little ball and let her mind drift, back into the distance, back to yesterday when she had been on the top of the world.  Back to when she had been racing the kids along the lake beach, chasing them as they splashed into the water.  Her gloomy feelings began to recede but still lingered there, just on the edge of her consciousness.  She wasn't fully present here yet.  she didn't want to be.  She was in a happy, better world...for the moment.  



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[DENI.]

It was a very nice spring day. For once, the rain had held off for several days, so things had a chance to dry out. The sun was bright in the sky, and it was warm, but a cool breeze was blowing that would keep a dog from getting too hot. Her humans were gone to the store, and Kyser couldn't go out to play, so Asia was wandering aimlessly. She could have brought her sister along, but she decided against it. Persia wouldn't want to get in trouble if they didn't get back in time... Which they probably wouldn't. She grinned, the thought of defying her humans made her happy.

Her ears perked and her head swung around as car horns started to blare. She watched as a dalmatian ran across the road, seemingly oblivious to the cars that could have killed her in seconds. Asia simply frowned and shook her head, hoping against hope that her sister was a bit smarter than that. She knew that Persia wasn't the best at getting along on the streets, but surely she knew better than to run in front of cars.

Her wanderings eventually brought her to a small park... Where she found the same dog resting under a tree. The dog clearly had tags, so she was a housepet like Asia. Asia trotted over to where the dog was sleeping and planted her rump in the grass. "I see you've managed to avoid getting run over since I last saw you." She said, grinning.

[Zantalia]

With a jolt Dakota was pulled back into the real world as a feminine voice entered her ears, distant at first but growing stronger as she came more and more back into the real world, I see you've managed to avoid getting run over since I last saw you.  She wanted so badly to ignore that voice, go back to her happier, better world.  But when she lifted her head, the grin on the face of the rust and white female before her, Dakota couldn't help but peer into the green eyes of the female.  "Well, I've run across that street so many times, and I always pick the biggest gap to cross."  She said as she turned away from the other female with a dismissive shake of her head as she glared over her right shoulder.  Why did that female have to see her, and why did she ever have to come into the park and disrupt her daydreams?

Plus, she was never any good at making or keeping friends, at least not of the four legged kind, all her friends were human, particularly her dad's oldest daughter, that little green eyed blonde was the best friend Dakota had ever had.  At the memory of the girl, her tail waved and she smiled a little as she glanced back toward the rust and snow female.  Well, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for Dakota to try and build some friendships with her own kind, after all, she would never become the dog she could be if her only friends were humans.  Dakota turned fully then and sat up as she peered at the other female.  "What's your name stranger?"  Dakota asked as she put up her protective barriers and watched the other female with her deep brown eyes.  Her flopped ears tipped toward her as she waited for her response. 



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