Shifting her attention to an exciting scent - or at least exciting in stray dog world - Shay happily trotted out of her large, dirty cardboard box that was, sad to say, home. But it was shelter nonetheless, and anything like that was as precious as gold. Actually, scratch that, every second you were alive was as precious as gold. Going along the strip of alley between a fancy restaurant and large apartment, she emerged out onto the sidewalk which further lead into dangerous road. Turning to the left, her black nose lead her to an amazing treat farther down the street. A hot dog vendor.

A fat old man was sitting on a bench with six hot dogs. Well.. it was actuall three wrappers, one whole hot dog, one being eaten by the man, and a half-eaten one laying inside its wrapping beside the man. Ok, if Shay wasn't a stray, she would never do this, but.. desperate times call for desperate measures. Eyeballing the whole hot dog in its wrapper, she scanned the situation. Whole hot dog. In wrapper. Possibly greasy. But very good and valuable food. In old and fat man's lap. Man not paying attention.

Time to strike... is... NOW! Darting forward, Shay snatched the hot dog and ran off in a speedy flash of fur. She didn't look back - and that rule was once learned the hard way. Hurrying back into her box, the hot dog wrapper was mailciously torn apart and spat out into the alleyways and the prize was fully revealed. The same prize was also.. gone in 1.5 minutes.

Slinking through the streets quietly, Morrigan's gray eyes peeking out from under her shaggy fur. She walked more like a cat than a dog, her feet quietly hitting the pavement.

After a few minutes of walking, she saw one dog ambush a rather fat man and run off with his hot dog. Morrigan wasn't bold enough to do that, so she just watched the fat man shake his fist at the dog who ran into the alley, his hotdog in her mouth. She decided to follow the dog. She got into the alley, but easily slipped past the she-dog, using the shadows to her advantage, with no problem.

Morrigan heard a bump, and redirected her attention from the bold she-dog to the clumsy male dog that had slipped on a foil rapper. She let out an amused snort, and wagged her long tail, stepping from foot to foot anxiously. Of course, the only thing that would have given away her location was her snort. Other than that, she blended in perfectly with the shadows.

Lacy watched the children play over in the playground and could hear the sounds their laughter, crying and temporary screams of joy. She wagged her tail at them but decided it would be best to not join them, seeing as in some kids were afraid of dogs. She never understood why kids were afraid of dogs but she didn't question it. She decided to turn down and back through the alleys. They were dark and dreary and smiled at its darkness. She wasn' afraid of anything really but it's not as if she would ever tell anyone her fears.

She could smell the scent of other dogs nearby and decided to follow them. She could smell hotdogs and the scent of leftover rain. The rain smelt nice but mixed into the hotdogs it didnt smell pleasant to her and made Lacy sneeze. She snuck her nose into a puddle of water and the scent became alot stronger now that she had rounded a small corner turning into another alleyway.