Gotta….search…for…food! I thought to myself, grunting as I spilled over the heavy trash can in the wealthy neighborhood. Yoyoi, my dog, jumped back. His shaggy fur raised in his back and his throat vibrated in a low growl. The paper and trash in the can had been jettisoned to the side, scaring him. I stroked his head in an attempt to quell his raised nerves. I knew that heavy sounds such as the gunfire