Waking up in the early morning hours, Rachel stretched as she got up, her large pregnant belly in the way of her legs as she practically waddled down the alleyway, sniffing for food by the dumpsters. Finding something that smelled good in a knocked over trash can, she bit it and began pulling it out, wagging her but in excitement as she pulled out a week old pizza box that still had half a pizza in it!
Without her hands, she had to use her mouth t open it, eventually getting the cardboard torn enough that she could start eating the pizza with no problem. She panted happily as she felt her twins move around in her belly, even though she was a stray, she was still fairly happy.
"What the-?" She heard behind her, turning around she saw a teenage Doberman with a trash bag in his hand. Immediately she crouched into a defensive stance and growled at him. "It's ok girl, just the trash..." he said nervously, knowing that pregnant women were extremely protective, and if her large, milk dipping breasts didn't say she was pregnant, her swollen belly did.
Looking at her eat from an old pizza box, the teen sighed, he always had a soft spot for humans, probably because his cousin owned one. "Here you go girl." He said as he opened up the bag, "This is fresher than that." He set out some scraps of meat and vegetables from the restaurant before throwing the bag in the dumpster.
Rachel watched him carefully, not letting her guard down as he moved about, eventually placing food on the ground, and leaving back into the restaurant. Cautiously moving up to it, she sniffed the food before looking around again, and deciding it was safe, she started eating with gusto.
After eating her full, she squatted by the door and pushed out a pile of poop, not out of malice, but just out of convenience, she licked herself clean, with some difficulty, and waddled back down the alley. She eventually found a box on its side, deciding that's this would make a decent den, she started piling the newspapers, rags, and old clothes in it before curling up and sleeping again. Content with her life, and the gentle, rhythmic kicks of her twins.