Post by x - pyrenees - x on May 23, 2006 14:44:25 GMT -5
Mmmmm, That's good.
Harlequin chewed carefully, savoring the salty sweet taste of her food before she swallowed it. Having recently raided a nearby trashcan of it's contents, she was now enjoying her much needed meal of smoked pork, fried rice, and steamed vegetables, thrown together in the bottom of the trash, conveniently tossed together into an old takeout box. The Pyrenees mix had been more than happy to haul it into an alleyway free of mankind to gorge herself. Having not eaten since yesterday morning, Harlequin graciously accepted the offering of an evening meal.
Adjusted to rummaging through the garbage, adjusted to sneaking away with young children's corn dogs and cotton candy, adjusted to racing for every scrap of food she could find, some would think Harlequin would be high above her weight for a Pyrenees. But in reality, she was underweight.
Skinny, underfed, and totally malnourished. Her hair was beginning to fall out under the intense Florida conditions, dulled by the suns rays, her white fur no longer held any sheen what so ever. The hair on her paws was filthy, and she was constantly chewing at her feet to rid it of rocks and hard dirt that got caught up in the tufts of hair between her toes. Underneath all that hair, there wasn't as much dog as you'd think.
Harlequin chewed carefully, savoring the salty sweet taste of her food before she swallowed it. Having recently raided a nearby trashcan of it's contents, she was now enjoying her much needed meal of smoked pork, fried rice, and steamed vegetables, thrown together in the bottom of the trash, conveniently tossed together into an old takeout box. The Pyrenees mix had been more than happy to haul it into an alleyway free of mankind to gorge herself. Having not eaten since yesterday morning, Harlequin graciously accepted the offering of an evening meal.
Adjusted to rummaging through the garbage, adjusted to sneaking away with young children's corn dogs and cotton candy, adjusted to racing for every scrap of food she could find, some would think Harlequin would be high above her weight for a Pyrenees. But in reality, she was underweight.
Skinny, underfed, and totally malnourished. Her hair was beginning to fall out under the intense Florida conditions, dulled by the suns rays, her white fur no longer held any sheen what so ever. The hair on her paws was filthy, and she was constantly chewing at her feet to rid it of rocks and hard dirt that got caught up in the tufts of hair between her toes. Underneath all that hair, there wasn't as much dog as you'd think.
