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
a big sheep-like brown dog
vagrants
I don't have any place to live, and I exist at the fringes of the town's society, sneaking a night's sleep in a barn, begging for food in return for work at cottage doors.  When I've worn out my welcome in a particular town, I move onto the next one. I don't really have a role to play in society.
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 Do you often get asked to leave?