This is chapter one to my latest book. i'm warning you, it's long, and critisize please, it'll help me write better books!!!! thanks, plz comment and tell me what you think!!!!!!
Red on Black
Chapter One
He walked through the thick and misty fog that covered most of Kamloops, British Columbia his ears folded back, as he slowly made his way through the silent Streets, not even knowing where he was heading at all, gloo...mily making his way west. His black ears back against his head flat, and his multi-colored tail that almost touched the ground, his brown underbelly was where you could see his ribs, as it faded to white for the top half of his body, turning brown with a few white lines of fur on his neck, that had a black leather collar with a metal plate on it, with a name scratched into it, that read “Randy”. He heard a quick screech of the brakes on a large and heavy truck, he knew the smell of it too, making him dash for it. His large paws hitting the ground while he heard a loud, and musky yell right behind him saying “I’ll catch you this time Ghost Hound!” making him run faster, but he felt a large, and heavy net lay out on top of him, weights holding down the edges while he scrambled to get out, never being in this situation before, he mumbled to himself, “god damn it! They caught me! I have to get out of here, and fast!” but as before, it was too late, the ends pulled in, tripping him, as it lifted up, and bounced while he was being carried to the side of the truck, where he would be put in a cage with a bowl of food and water instead of a succulent bird, and the water of the beautiful Okanogan river that ran through the valley. He was now stuck with this tap water and processed food that the pampered pups ate and drank usually, he hated it, he was a stray for many reasons, this being one of them. He was finally thrown in, hitting his head on the back while the light disappeared when the door closed and locked.
He whined, and scratched at the door for a while before falling on his side, and giving up, all he could do now, was wait, wait while he was put in a cage lined with cold, silver bars, and wet food, and water that tastes like crap, until he meets the same “luxury” after some pale two foot person takes one look and screams with a high pitched voice wanting him, all he can do, is hope he can find a way out, and maybe help the others who meet the same fate.