Kildeer Rest the more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap.

The last thing she remembered about being home was the smell of the leather interior of her master's little car mixed with her odiferous rosewater hand soap. Then there had been the farm, and after the chaos of the farm, just wilderness. Eevee had been trying to remember how exactly she got to the wilderness but halfway through her train of thought, something would distract her; so the little dog-loaf puttered on, scampering beneath the trees or after some imaginary object that piqued her interest.

You'd think this place would be too cold for the fifteen-pound poop machine, but as luck would have it, Eevee was sporting the last vestiges of mankind. Her master had dressed her in a black-and-yellow bumblebee themed sweater. The booties had not survived the transit from one realm of existence to another, so at the very least she was free of those hideous monstrosities. For the time being the dog was highly visible but pleasantly warm, picking her way along as if this were just a day at the park.

In this case, the park sprawled out until forever. Her master was not here (a fact that, had it registered in her tiny brain, would've made her the happiest dog on the planet), but Eevee was getting hungry and she didn't know where to find the gosh darn kibble in this stupid wet-cold place! As she scampered through the field she thought she caught a glimpse of movement, and froze, only to forget what she was looking at and bolt the opposite direction — right in to some rude person who had thought it best to chase after her!