…and she let out a mild giggle as she looked out the window [it’s true, the one on the other side of the train, smartass 😂]. Yes! It was finally happening.
She breathed the air in slowly, and although it was not as fresh as she had dreamt it would be, it was not that bad, plus it did not smell like hooman’s sweaty and dirty body, and his musty clothes.
“A bitch has no collar. A bitch has no owner. A bitch has no name. A bitch’s not the same. A bitch needs no bone. A bitch is, at last, on her own”, she muttered, before closing her eyes.
She thought about going to doggo- the stupid good boy’s house, kissing his butt and licking his ears, then lying down, with her back on the ground, and as soon as he came closer, releasing hot urine into his face. She giggled again.
“A bitch is free. This bitch.”