Coconut Grove Some boys kiss me

She was a showdog.
She was selectively bred. 
She was cherry-picked from her litter.
She knew the scent of shampoo she liked best- coconut.
She knew when she was due for a nail trim.
She wasn't a pet, she was a showdog.

All of that mattered when she was in competition, and it certainly mattered to the people who nabbed her while she was on a beach-front run. 

Other showdogs don't get this, she thought to herself as she streaked along the beach, running in progressively larger circles around Daddy. Through the wispy dune grass she went, over the rise and falls of sand, along the flat stretch close to where the waves lapped gently. They tell me about their lives and I- well, I can't help but pity them. I win ribbons but I still get to run on the beach after I bring one home, and they- they get a yard with fake grass! Oh! Fake grass! What a laugh!

It was the plastic bag that caught her eye- white, small, wrinkled. It thrashed along the ground, and the sighthound remembered her trial runs, and sped toward it. Unlike other lures, though, this one was slow- and at the end of it was a human with a hotdog in his hand. 

She shredded the absolute shit out of that bag- and was still shaking it when she was scooped up and plopped into the back of a car. 

Well, that was a while ago now. Daddy had never come to pick her up, and she couldn't help but wonder why; other humans handled her plenty, between the groomer, the judges, the kids who came to learn about her before the shows...But none kept her for very long before Daddy came for her. Daddy was the giver of food, the one who took her places, the one who 'booped' what he called  her 'snoot' every night before going to bed. 

When she found the ocean again, it seemed like the right place to begin searching for Daddy, though...There was no sign or scent of humans here. What she did find, however, was of some consolation- a coconut, which had likely suffered for some time before being split open. 

She recognized the scent, and practically salivated. 

She pried it open a bit further, and began to dig the coconut meat out with her claws. She scooped it up, mouthful by mouthful- and began to plaster it onto her fur.