Much like the beautiful city of Venice, most roads in Hayling have been replaced with another method of travel, canals. Gondola's have been left over from years ago, still with paddles and such. But with canids, their body weight can be used to steer, just shift to the side or direction where you would like to go, and the current will carry you there. It's a very romantic way to get around, and many canids use them not only for that, but because it's easier on them in the winter where things can get REALLY wet and cold, so dry gondola's are the next best thing!

Creaking in the cool Hayling wind, the old Ferris wheel sits, never to be turned again. The fairgrounds have a creepy aura to them, but otherwise they can be quite fun. Maybe if you have a really smart canid friends they can figure out how to turn and twist the knob, just try not break anything, you could injure someone! Many rides are still here, but the carny food has rotted a long time ago, so please don't eat it. It's a good way to get food poisoning.

This store lay empty, the books left on shelves to be preserved evermore. The shop's windows that used to shine so brightly, now are dead, cold, and dark. Not a page has been turned in any book here for almost a decade, except for the random breeze that pops up to rustle the pages that author's poured their time so laborously into, maybe trying to breath life into the well-preserved pages, with no sunlight reaching past the windows. It is whitewashed from time, but the store still holds some charm, and is nice and warm, so you will find many dogs in here from time to time keeping warm and sleeping in the stacks of books.

Totally deserted, this marketplace used to burst with life, color, and happiness. The excitment of finding a good bargain used to charge the air with a common, electric energy. Now, all that has faded as the years floated by. The parking lot is just so bare, it hurts just to gaze at it. Occaisonally, a lone dog will find this place, but will be repelled by it's forsakenness.

Trains used to rumble in and out of this once-busy terminal, but now they sit at their stations, quiet giants that can be used to transportation, or as a tool of destruction. When the humans were still thriving, a horrible accident occurred at this very terminal. Someone messed with the controls, and all the trains backtracks and crashed into each other, all ten trains exploded as they came onto each other at full speed, killing all in their cars and killing, maiming, and injuring thousands more still on the platforms. Only a few remained unscathed, but sometimes, late at night, you can watch it all happen over again, the horror that happened here that day.

Ahh, the Junkyard. The favorite place of many. Maybe it's just the smell of old vehicles and other things, slowly rotting or doing whatever old stuff does over the years. Old, mangy dogs seem to love this place the best, mattresses, old refrigerators, cars, and just so much other stuff piled high. When it was still operating, this place's nickname was ' the wreckers. ' Kids used to come in and wreck all kinds of stuff before they would put cars under the compacter the next morning. It is a pretty great place, so have much fun.