When Bulldogs Fly
Written by jmanslam2009, Feb 17 2019.
Hello, my name is Scratch. I am a bulldog that has a disease called "hip dysplasia" that means that my hip bone gives me a hard time when I walk it hurts really bad. I also have a special condition that doesn't have a name, but I can listen to what humans say and I also can talk. I've never actually had a family in the real world once my mom gave birth to me she died because there wasn't anyone to help her during that hard time, my dad is anonymous and lives far away and I am an only child. So I live on the streets and I try to find a home everyday. Now let's check in on my daily routine.

*Chicken clucks* "Ouch, stop it!" I exclaim. *Peck, peck* "Ow! My hip!" I yell. I run away in disgrace barking at the mischievous predatory. "Those freaking chickens! Dang." I say to myself. I never have gotten a day without a morning peck. I usually go to doors and scratch them but it was too dangerous to do that from my last experience. I had another dog bite my hip and I was taken to "The Vet". It was dreadful, they put sprays on me and they made cracking noises once I was done and jumping off the counter with a pain in my--

Hold up there, we have to keep this story family friendly.. Right? Well let's restart that moment so we can have a little humor in here other then the most saddest story you've ever heard! (Although the hip dysplasia is real to me.)

-- with a pain in my bottom! I couldn't stand the tricks they showed me they confused me and they even poked me with something called a "shot" after they were done I would be falling to the floor with no memory at the end. Now let's go back to the morning.

"I wish I could live in a better home" I whisper. "I can handle that." A quite odd voice says. "D-Dad?" I remark. "Wait, Scratch?" The voice says. "Daddy!" I yell. "Scratch!" Dad yells. I then fall into a pit of mud, and drown into the dark depths of the ground. "Scratch! No!" He screams. "I cannot lose you again!" I bubble while trying to swim up. I drown down to the floor and fall asleep.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... "Dad!" I scream. "I'm not letting you go!" He says. The mud slaps across me as he picks me out through the mud as if he were picking out the perfect strawberry in the patch. He looks at my side. "Y-your leg.. It's gone." He says concerned. I pick my leg out of the mud, "Hah!" I say. "Got ya!" I also say.

THE END.
Possible sequel coming soon...