I lift my head and hear oncoming sirens. The sun shines over the pavement, smells from the cafe’ drift to my nostrils. I peel open my mouth and let the tastes settle on my tongue. The cars wir by, the sky looks grey. I can feel the prickle of a huge storm coming. With a grunt I pick myself resentfully off the pavement.
Hold up. Let me introduce myself.
I’m Kipper, I rome the streets for the most part of my day. I used to have a mother named. . .oh what was her name? Pursey, yeah, she was tan colored like me, but her paws were white.
I haven’t always been a street dog. I used to have a home with my mother; with gentle humans, but something happened. I barely remember it, for I was just a pup. All I know that it was really cold the night we ran from our home with the humans.
I’ve lived like this on the streets ever since then. I live by myself, I have my own rules, can do whatever I want, mark whatever I want. Ah freedom, what a wonderful thing.

But. . .I do get quite lonely some days.