Ellen sighed as she walked up snob hill. it was another day of hopeless searching for her little sister, Angel.
she knew snob hill was a dangerous place for a stray, but it was a warm day in autum, and any pup would be drawn to the, crisp, and beutifull place that day. she jumped up at a fence where, four cocker spainels and a mix breed dog were lieng down on the, soft grass, one with a white color was jumping about in the piles of golden leafes. she sniffed the air. a scent from here felt familiar, but she couldn't put her paw on quite how...