Links woke up to the sound of shuffling. He looked up. IT. WAS. A BINCHICKEN. "Shit", Thought Links. He was covered in its crap. Links jumped up and with claws of iron he Slashed acroos the ibis' stomach and it rocketed sideways into a tree and with a satisfying CRACK it slumped to the ground, entrails leaking out. Breakfeast. Links Carefully picked up the carcass and wolfed it down. That was his first meal in over 2 days. Totally unfair. He needs more food. Links had an idea. He was going to the Pub. Other dogs. Beer. Food. Beer. Good times.

1 hour later...

Links trotted down the alleyway past all the psychopath hobos living in the dumpsters ranting about something with the cops that happened 20 years ago, towards the pub. He hated these two leg idiots. They just spread pollution. He could see the pub now. Wait. WAIT. OKE WAIT WAIT WAIT YES FINALLY HAPPINESS YAY YAY CELEBRATION YEEEEES BRUH!!! There was a female german shepherd outside the pub. "Hi", stammered Links. "Hello." Said the female, licking her paw. "So, um, my names Links." My names Isha", said Isha. "Oke." said Links. "Can I come in?" "Sure." Links stumbled inside to the heat and noise of the pub. There were lots of two-leg-short-snouts in here. He couldnt reach the bar where all the beer was. There was no food. He was going to see the hot female again.

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As you can see, he liked her