Ah it was a good day for Striker. The birds were still asleep and him and master were going out to the countryside today for some fresh game. He could never really understand his sister and why she left such a life of lesuire. But he supposed it was better for him- being an only child and such. No longer did he have to fight for attention or wonder who was going to catch the best game. Master was HIS and HIS alone.
The two then got into the car and drove off to a secluded spot. A place where they normally hunted but little people knew about. Striker bound out of the car barking and dancing about outside the truck till his master unclipped his lead. "Go and have some fun boy while I load up the guns..."
It was as if a gust of air had slammed into his bum at the rate he took off into the woods. But he'd be back. He loved and trusted master to much not to. Plus he wanted to know what big game the two were going after today. Shame really his sister wasn't there to enjoy the lovely day as it was. Again though- it was her loss.
