Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
vagrants
a big sheep-like brown dog
I am a big sheep-like brown dog.  My owner is a poor farmer.  He feeds me scraps in the afternoon.  I sleep outside in the barn.
-sniffs around the tent- Whoa, that's a big doggy Yes I am! I hope you are a freindly puppy, here boy. I would say that I am yes, I like naps. Aw, your just a big teddy bear. Would you like to snuggle up with me for a nap? Alright that sounds good to me., *Scratches behind the dogs ear* Your such a good boy. Thank you for your kind words, do you live in this tent? For now, I may live in an old barn tomorrow.  Move a lot do you? Well, it's not really moving if you don't actually live there. I just move around until I get told to leave a place