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Home sweet home it was. Oh was woe, the large brute rolled to his side with a groan. An old dumbster hood, not the most comfortable place to sleep; yet to find a bed among the garbage. Placing a giant mitt over the males face, eyes to target, the sun shining through his little domain. With a long and obnoxious yawn, licking and smacking his chops to follow, the male pushed himself up. Arising from the sleeping position he streched his forepaws, shook out his fur, and cracked his neck. (Can they do that? o_o I dunno.)
Leaping off the small height, he trotted around to get the blood flowing in his legs; a little limp to his back left one. The night before the greedly little hound was scaverging for some delicious treats; dumpster-diving. And a few mutts decided they didn't like him on "their" territory. So the bastard got into a little brawl with a few. No biggy, just a bit to the higned leg. The open wound was now leaking fresh smells of flesh and life to others looking for it, causing him a major disavantage. Kurjak and all his pride took no obvious weekness to the wound, but inside it was slowly starting to hurt. The mutt decided to lay low for the day and chill in the alley way.
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