Chapter one From bad to worse Pete sighed. It had been a whole week since he had been on a walk. So, like most of the dogs in the area, he was restless. Because of the recent dognappings, he was only aloud to go outside with someone, and even that was rare. Being a 3’4” tall, well built and stocky German Sheppard, Pete just could not stop himself when he heard the door open; he made a wild dash for it. However he was stopped, by, of course, his master. He lived with his master, Mark. Mark used to live in a small apartment building until he became rich and famous, all because he wrote a book. After that, life was different for both Pete and Mark. They lived in a big house, had plenty of food, and, best of all, whenever Pete broke something, or made a mess of his food; he did not have to worry about being punished, for the house servants were always there to clean it up. How ever at times Pete would loathe the fancy life, for he could not get all dirty and muddy without almost instantly being cleaned. However, Pete did like the attention. When he was able to go on walks more often, people would stare and whisper “there goes Marks dog” then some one might reply, “whose Mark?” and then there would be this whole conversation on how Mark wrote this book that is really popular and Pete would just keep walking, except with his head held up high. Now that he was not aloud to go outside, Pete tried to go outside every chance he got. When Mark stopped Pete from rushing out side he knew very well what Pete was trying to do. Pete had tried this many times and succeeded only a few times. This was not one of those times. “Hey, where ya going buddy?” was Marks reply this time and every other time he had been caught. Pete was getting very annoyed with this reply to his try and fail at escape. He got a much better reaction to the servants. They would try and stop him, then at the last second get nervous and get out of the way by jumping, but that also was happening fewer and fewer times. Moreover, Pete was getting more and more annoyed. The dognappings went up as the controlled dog fights went up, the more controlled dog fights, means the higher demand for dogs like Pete, meaning the more value their worth, and thus causing dognappings to go from nonexistent to more common than the cases of pick pockets in New York. Therefore, it was not common to find almost no dogs going for walks at all, and to find all the big dogs absent from the local kennels, or to find at least 20 different missing dog posters in the café. Of course, Pete had pondered the idea of being dognapped, and then having to fight another dog, it just did not seem like a big deal to Pete. For when he was still living in a small apartment, he had snuck into alleys and fought the other neighborhood dogs, he of course won every time, being the biggest dog in the near by neighborhood. He did not kill, or even seriously injure the opposing dog, just gave it a few marks here and there, till, finally, the opposer gave up. Later -after becoming famous- while he slept, Pete would dream of the last fight he had, although it was two years earlier, he still had the scars. It all started when Pete was finishing his nightly routine walking around his part of the ally-before heading back home. As he made his last round, there appeared a dog; buck could tell it was a stray, for time and nature had done their work, it looked weak, scruffy, and very hungry. Other than that, it looked like it was very strong and could take out any other dog Pete had fought in a swipe of his paw. Once the dog saw Pete, he sent of a menacing growl, which could have scared off the bravest dogcatcher. This would explain why he was still on the streets. After giving off the growl, the dog ran at Pete. Pete, having seen this tactic used often just did what he always did, act like he was going to hold his ground, then, at the last second, quickly walk to the left. Every time the opposing dog would keep running and eventually, knock its head against the nearby garbage cans. This would usually end the fight. However, when Pete stepped to the side at the last second, the opposing dog had turned and proceeded to charge at Pete. Watching the opposing dog and then surprisingly see it turn sent Pete to a running start. This dog had definitely had that trick pulled on him before. Pete knew he could not outrun the opposing dog so rite before the dog caught up with him Pete suddenly turned around and went for the leg, the stray seeing his chance, grabbed hold of the back of Pete’s neck. As the pain shot through Pete, he let go of the stray’s leg and tried to do the same but with the bottom of his neck. Pete kept trying to get out of the grip by twisting and turning his neck so the stray would be forced to let go. However, it just caused it to hurt more and more, until finally, Pete could not stand it. He twisted his head in such a wild fashion, that, the stray was forced to let go. Immediately, Pete grabbed hold of the stray’s throat at and bit down hard. After holding like that for a few seconds, Pete let go, and let the stray run away. When he got home, Mark thought Pete was stuck under something and bandaged up the wound. It was by some great miracle that Pete did not get rabbis. After that fight there was rumors that only too soon reached Pete’s ears that an old stray had been found dead near the road with a gash in its throat. After that, Pete never went outside after dark, even though he heard the barks of his friends telling him to come outside. However, Pete would not bark back for he was to depressed, he could not believe he had actually killed a dog. To me or you, this would be no big deal, but Pete tried to stay away from even hurting the other dog. This went on for a week till finally the constant barking stopped with the start of the dogcatcher patrols in the area. Eventually Pete got over the fight and death of the stray, started to like to go out side a lot more, and finally started to look at it as a great victory. However, before he could go back to his alley, he moved to the bid mansion in which he was just trying to get out of. He did have friends in the mansion besides Mark, for example, there was Isabella, the kindly house cleaner. When she got a chance, she snuck something special into Pete’s food, and would secretly take him on walks. Another friend of his was a servant who rarely came around; when he did, he always had something for Pete. The most recent gift was a brand new chew toy; he always greeted Pete with a smile and a treat. That night, Pete heard something creak, getting up from his bed near the warm fireplace, he proceeded towards the sound of the creaking. As he came went around a corner he could see it, the door was wide open. Some one must have forgotten to close it thought Pete. He slowly walked towards the door, always looking to see if it was a trap or trick that Mark had put together. What really happened was that Mark had just forgotten to close the door all the way, when he came inside after getting the mail, but he thought he did. Rite before Pete walked outside, something inside him said not to go out. However, being curious, and not been outside for a walk for the past week, he steeped into the cool night air. Suddenly, the silence was disturbed by a rustling. Having only seconds to react, he instinctively, let out a growl. Then he felt a sharp pain on his head, and everything went black. 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