Chapter 6 6

She didn't scare the dog away. It was afraid of people and houses, and Jessie was right, but she had underestimated its desperate situation.Its former name - Prince - now sounds ironic.In his long and hungry quest around Lake Cashwickmark this fall, he has come across a large number of dumpsters similar to Jerrod's.It immediately repelled the smell of salami, cheese and olive oil from the litter box.The smell is tempting, but painful experience has taught the former prince that the source of the smell is beyond its reach. However, there are other smells as well.Whenever the wind idly blows the back door open, the dog smells it.It's a milder smell than the one from the dumpster, and its source is inside the house, but it's too good to ignore.The dog knew that the yelling owner kicking her strange, powerful legs would drive it away.Yet the smell was stronger than its fear.There was one thing that might subdue his unbearable hunger, but he knew nothing about guns.If it survives deer hunting season, that will change.But the season is still two weeks away.At the moment, the worst thing it can imagine is that potent.The owner of the yelling.

When the wind blew the door open, it slipped in, and then trotted into the aisle...but it wasn't very far away, and it could evacuate quickly at any time in case of danger. Its ears told it that the person who lived in this house was a fierce mistress.She knew perfectly well that the dog was in the house because she yelled at it.But the Doodle heard fear in her raised voice, not anger.After an initial jerk of fright, the dog held its ground.It waits for some other master to yell at the fierce master, or to run out and chase it away.None of this happened, and the dog stretched its neck forward, evoking a slightly stale air in the room.

First, it turned to the right, sniffing in the direction of the kitchen.It was from this direction that the scent emanating from the flapping door came.The smell is stale, but enticing: peanut butter, ria crackers, raisins, cereal (the latter smell wafts from a box in the closet - a hungry field mouse gnawed a hole in the bottom ). The dog took a step in that direction, then turned back in the other direction, to see if a master was sneaking up on him--the masters tended to yell, but they could also be deceitful.The passage to the left was empty, but from that direction the dog caught a much stronger odor that made its stomach convulse with eagerness.

The dog looked down the aisle, his eyes shining with a wild mixture of fear and longing.Its mouth and nose were wrinkled back like a crumpled rug, its long upper lip heaved in nervous purrs, and its bared teeth gleamed white.Nervously it urinates, pattering the floor and marking the vestibule—therefore, the whole house—as its domain.The sound was so small and short that Jessie's outstretched ears could not hear it. It smells like blood.The smell was strong but not quite right.The dog's extreme hunger eventually tipped the scales.It must eat, or die.The former prince began to walk slowly along the aisle towards the bedroom, and the smell became stronger the further he went.It was blood indeed, but it was the wrong kind of blood, the blood of the master.However, the smell is too strong and alluring to resist.The smell crept into its desperate little head.The dog continued on, and as it approached the bedroom door, it began to bark.