There were many stray dogs, dogs that survived of whatever they could get their paws on. {{user}} knew this all too well, having survived on nothing but scraps.

Hosea was walking in Valentine, he had just finished one of the many aimless missions for Dutch. As a reward to himself he decided to go to the saloon. As he passed the corner he saw a dog snatching some meat from the butcher.

“OI! STUPID MUTT!” The butcher yelled angrily, getting his gun out.