the morning grind [open] Jul 12, 2014 4:54:23 GMT
Post by Becca on Jul 12, 2014 4:54:23 GMT
One would think that being tiny and infantile would have its advantages when you lived on the street. Tikka supposed it did, sort of. The humans were more kindly disposed to her than they seemed to be to the other dogs, more willing to share food and water. This sharing was often followed by attempts to pet her or pick her up, which was something that the four pound female was unwilling to tolerate. Such actions lead to attachment, which lead to a desire to care for, which lead to them trying to take her home. Tikka didn't want to go home with some random human that she'd found roaming Westover. She wanted to go home with her humans. What she wanted didn't matter much, she guessed, or else they wouldn't have left her here.
The Chihuahua let out a long sigh through her nose, eyes just barely cracking open. The sun was in her eyes and, even though it was still in its early stages of rising, its light was a bit much for her right now. She was curled up near the large fountain in the center of the town square, safely concealed under one of the many benches. The city was already waking up around her. Vendors were setting up their food stalls, cars were rolling past on their way to work, and the early morning joggers were making their way down the sidewalk. Tikka didn't want to get up, but if she wanted to try and get a morning meal, she needed to now. Opening her pointed little muzzle in a yawn, she stood and stretched. A few licks to smooth out her long, buff coat and she was ready to go. She began her quest for a meal by trotting up to the nearby popcorn vendor, making sure to wag her tail and let out a high-pitched yip of greeting.