Paws padded across the dusty floor towards the rotten wooden wagon in the barn. It was sad looking and ready to fall apart. I moved under one of the iron wheels and laid down with my white head on my paws. My pelt was pure white and I was of pure blood, but I had a ratty collar on with a bent tag that only said "Amber." No owner, only my name.Floppy ears pricked up as I heard the door open up and a man walk in. I wagged my tail a little bit, but he only shook his head and kicked a chunk of leather at me. No one here so far liked dogs, but they fed and watered me along with any other mutts who showed up. I snarled at him and waited until he had gone to creep out and lap up some of the stale water he had left. I was a ribby female who had lived her for awhile so the hands knew I was here, every day someone would take a good look at me to see if I was getting bigger or if I had pups floating around. They didn't want pups floating around since they seemed to hate dogs anyway. I scarfed down some of the dry food, almost chocking on it while I did that and then I went over to lay back down under the wheel again.