Smith was undoubtedly having one of his lowest days. As bad as homelessness was, this day seemed to be wearing on him more than any in the past. He wasn’t entirely sure why, everything just felt sadder. He was contemplating throwing himself off the Golden Gate Bridge, it was only a few miles away and the pain would be minimal.
Smith was about to get up, as soon as he finished his biscuit, when suddenly, like phantoms, two great black dogs stepped around the corner. He almost jumped out of his skin, but was able to remain still. One of the dogs, the one that almost stepped on him, took a step back and focused on the ground.
He was scared, but Smith figured it best to remain still. These two dogs were larger than any he had seen before and could probably kill him faster than he could cry for help. The larger of the two, the one with bright green eyes, was giving him a look like the devil, which was funny given the tiny thing that looked like a kitten sitting on his shoulders.
A second passed and the other dog looked up at him. It assessed him with dark magenta eyes. It tilted its head and looked over its shoulder at the green eyed one then back at him then made a sort of growling sound, like it was clearing its throat. Smith didn’t think dogs could do that. Again it titled its head and, after a second, took a small step forward, sniffing at him. Smith remained as still as possible, fear spreading over him like a cold blanket.
The dog took another step forward, seemingly curious. Smith accepted his fate, this dog was going to end him.
Well, He thought, don’t want my biscuit to go to waste. On that thought, he held out the biscuit towards the dog. Might as well go out doing something nice.
To his surprise, the dog didn’t bite him, or snarl, or show any sign of violence. It just stepped forward and snatched the biscuit and quickly ate it. Smith pulled back, a little startled and stared at the dog, who just stared back with magenta eyes.
After a moment, the dog turned to the one with green eyes and made a swishing motion with its fluffy black tail. With that, the two started moving away from him, walking down the sidewalk as if it were a normal day. Smith watched them go. He kept his eyes on them until they vanished around a corner.
He spent the next several hours wondering about the strange pair. Even as the sun began to set, he continued on thinking about them, trying to puzzle out how two dogs, especially ones traveling together, could have such interesting features. Pure black fur and strangely colored eyes as theirs. The one with magenta eyes, the smaller of the two, seemed to hold itself in a much looser manner. Whereas the green eyed one seemed more primed, like it was always anticipating danger and risk. It was much more imposing and angry than its magenta eyed twin.
Smith was willing to bet that, if the green eyed one had been alone, it might have just ended him if he had shown any signs of threat, and moved on with its day. The magenta eyed one seemed to be the only thing keeping it from falling into that anger.
It was getting dark and Smith was getting ready to sleep when a sudden loud bark woke him up. He lifted his head and looked down the street the dogs had gone down. A sudden shock waved over him. Both of the dogs he had seen earlier were sprinting down the street, moving towards him. As he watched them get closer, Smith noticed that the one with magenta eyes was seemingly injured. It was limping on its left mack leg and its gait was uneven. As they ran past, he wondered what had happened. What were they running from?
