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Greetings Fellowshippers...
It's only recently come to my attention that posting stories in my journal does NOT get them posted here, where I find so many wonderful stories by so many fabulous writers. My apologies to anyone who's already seen this on my lj, to new readers I hope you take a moment to peruse, and hopefully enjoy. This is the story of Orlando's dog, Sidi, told by the dog himself...
TITLE: The Luckiest Dog in the World
AUTHOR: Pecos – PecosPhil@sprintmail.com
WEBSITE: http://www.chimerafic.com
BETA: Gloria Mundi – all sing her praise!
RATING: PG - adult language, innuendo
FEEDBACK: remember the golden rule, (please!)
DISCLAIMER: I don’t make the toys, I’m
only playing with them. No money made,
nor disrespect intended
WHO’S IN IT?: Humans, including the Nice-smell
Lady and Treats-in-pocket Man
ARCHIVE: I’d be honored, just tell me where
NOTE: Please forgive any intentional or
unintentional abuse of facts and history
SUMMARY: Sidi tells his story
FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW SIDI: My
understanding is that Orlando & Kate found
two dogs running wild in the streets and on
the beaches of Morocco while filming
Kingdom of Heaven, and adopted them
The Luckiest Dog in the World
I still dream about the hot sand and the ocean-smell sky; chasing rats and eating whatever trash I could find or beg. Men were either mean or ignored me, and the bitches all seemed to disappear when they went into heat. My days were running and snooping in dark places, dust in my eyes and the stink of corruption and trying to find a safe spot to sleep in the heat. My nights were spent without a pack to protect me. Fart-smell Dog was my occasional companion, but he was smaller and sometimes quicker, and he stole my food often.
Mean thrown rocks sometimes hit me, and my ribs were often bruised. My front paw, the one I use to turn things over, had an oozing cut in the tough pad. Fleas feasted on my blood and drank the water from my eyes. My tail was low, and this was Not a Good Life.
Then came Nice-smell Lady and Alpha Male – walking on the beach – first one day and then the next. I watched them warily because they were different in their skin-coverings, and I smelled that Alpha Male had food with him. He offered it to me, making himself small in the sand. If I hadn’t been limping from the cut in my forepaw I would not have come closer, but I was starving and his eyes were kind and as dark as mine and held no secret hate. Tail tucked tight between my legs and head lowered in submission, I crept close enough to finally coax the man to toss his bounty to me. I snatched the food and bolted, pausing at a safe distance to gulp it before hurrying off. They did not chase, or yell, or even move, and Alpha Male called soft words to my ears. The food was Very Good and didn’t make me sick.
Late the next day Nice-smell Lady was there alone and she had food for me again and when I came close she offered it. I did not run so fast this time, and walked behind her down the beach until she turned back toward the city streets.
The day after that Alpha Male came to the edge of the water and squatted down. I came close, lowering my belly to the sand and watching him. He didn’t move, but talked to me, and his voice was soothing. He offered me his hand, and I didn’t even think about biting the fingers. Long time passed and then I found that I had belly-crept close enough that he could touch me, and he scratched my head and dislodged fleas from my tender ears.
I followed him home that day, and watched from the shade as he placed a bowl of fresh water and a plate of scraps on the ground outside the door. Before I could make up my mind Fart-smell Dog darted out of the bushes and ate the food, but I growl-warned him off and drank the water. It was sweet and cool and there were still some crumbs from the food. I slept that night in the garden of the house where Alpha Male lived with Nice-smell Lady, and in the morning there was even more food on the plate – even enough for Fart-smell and myself.
When Alpha Male went to the beach that night I went with him, walking near enough to smell him all over. There were strange smells of chemicals and skin and a bit of the Lady, and his sweat was healthy and good. He spoke to me constantly, and his voice was very nice. He picked up a stick and I cringed, surprised that he would hit me without any body-warning. But he threw the stick away. I went to sniff it, but I didn’t understand why he would pick it up at all – it was just a stick. Sticks are not good to eat even if you are very, very hungry.
That night the door to the house was open, and the plate of scraps was inside on the cool tile floor. I beat Fart-smell Dog to the bounty and there were crunchy Good Things along with the bits of food, and when I ate them they tasted strange but filled my belly and I was not hungry that night as I slept on the doorstep. When people walked too close to the house I barked at them even though it drew attention to my presence.
Returning from marking territory the next day I found that Fart-smell Dog was inside the house with Nice-Smell Lady and she was petting and stroking him and talking, and I got brave enough to go inside and investigate all the corners. This was Alpha Male’s den. I resisted the urge to mark anything, and I went outside again to make shit out of respect for Alpha Male and his bitch.
That night there were more crunchy Good Things and Fart-smell Dog and I ate them from bowls right inside the house while the humans ate their own food. I let Alpha Male pet me as much as he wanted, and I never growl-warned him because he was careful not to hurt me. He scratched itches I couldn’t reach and my tail thumped on the clean floor like a puppy’s.
After days like this I found the gate to the garden shut one morning, and I had to mark my territory within the walls instead of all over the neighborhood. But I didn’t mind too much. I had all the food I wanted to eat for the first time in my life and Alpha Male petted me and did something to make the fleas go away forever. That was his first miracle.
He put a strap of leather around my neck and although I fought with it and tried to scratch it off it stayed. He also put a rag around my neck to make it softer where the leather itched and the rag smelled of Alpha Male and the Lady, so I didn’t mind so much. They were my pack now, and I slept at night with one eye open to help guard them. No one came close to the house without hearing my bark-warning. When I learned not to fight so much with the collar around my neck Alpha Male tied me to a rope and we would go out together and walk on the beach like before. He was afraid he would get lost without me.
I saw other dogs around the city and they glared at me from the shadows. I knew that I was now an Outsider Dog, and they would attack me if they could. I didn’t care too much, because I had a pack now. I had a full belly and I was Second Dog in the house. I reminded Fart-smell Dog who was boss and I knew that Alpha Male would protect me from men with stones and dogs without packs.
There were bad times, when I had to be separated from my family or left alone inside the house. There were times when too many people crowded around my human and called him with begging voices, “Orli! Orli! Orli!” They sounded like they wanted food from him. I would bristle and be ready to defend Alpha Male, but he was strong among men and protected himself like a good Alpha should. He showed me how to be submissive to men without losing my place in the pack, and I learned about the pride of our pack because nothing would take away the things that I had now, no matter how much others wanted from my Alpha. He had enough to give to everyone.
Then there was the Evil-Stink place where the man who Smelled of Fear and Cats touched me in places I didn’t like. He did things to me that were Not Good, and he poked me with a stick and I slept a sudden strange and unnatural sleep and forgot who I was for a while. But in the end Alpha Male came to take me back and my pad was finally healed and I could trot for hours on the hot sand and my tail was high!
Strangely, I didn’t care about the bitches any more, and I didn’t whine to go prowling in the night. Fart-smell Dog smelled different – still of farts – but he still submitted to me with exposed belly and proper cower and I let him sleep at my side to guard me.
I had many names by then, and heard them from men. ‘Bad-dog’, ‘Good-dog’, ‘Come 'ere Boy’, “Orli’s Mutt’, ‘Garbage Disposer’, ‘That Damn Stray’, ‘The Black One’, ‘Crotch Inspector’, and ‘Sidi’. I didn’t care who called me what. I knew who I was, and I knew where my pack was. There were many men and packs of men who knew my Alpha Male and I learned how much to trust each of them. I didn’t fake-bite anyone unless they made a sudden move to hurt my pack. If anyone surprised me or made me have to defend then my Alpha didn’t beat me but spoke words and made things right.
I would have made a real-bite if I had to. I would fight anyone or anything if I had to.
Then came the big moving time and our pack went on a Long Trip. This was the first of many Long Trips and this is different than a Ride in the Car. Fart-smell Dog got sick when moving, but I was just excited by all the smells, and Alpha Male let me stand on his lap and poke my nose into the rich colored air. He always made sure there was food and time to run and stretch and shit, and he let me sleep at his feet when I couldn’t sniff the air any more.
After a long time we reached a new house but Nice-smell Lady stayed just a short time and then left. Her smell was barely there in the new place. Some of the same humans and packs were in this place too. There was no beach to walk on, but Alpha Male started taking me with him in the day so I would not be lonely and have to pretend that pillows were cats and shoes were rats.
I liked the little pretend house where Alpha Male went during the day. It smelled of him and the people there were very nice and lots of them took me with them on walks to explore the new places and make pee when I had to. I marked a lot of new territory. Lots of people had food and shared it with me and I was never hungry for very long.
Alpha Male kept throwing sticks away, and one day I thought maybe he would like to throw the same stick away twice for a change and I went and got it for him. He was very excited about this, and he called me ‘Good Boy’ with a big Happy Voice. That was nice, so I got him the stick again since he liked it very much, even though he kept throwing it away. After that Alpha Male liked those sticks so much that they made him happy to get back and I did it as often as I could just to hear the big Happy Voice. I know that it’s stupid to like sticks, but I try to understand Alpha Male even when he makes no sense at all.
This was the first time that Chemical-smell Man came to visit us. I bark-warned him when he came into our house, but Alpha Male told me to submit. Even though I’m not supposed to Be Rude I shoved my nose in his crotch to see who he was and I liked this man because I could smell animals and good food and healthy sweat. I could smell horses and liked that very much because horseshit is the Best Thing to roll in and cover your own smell and snuffle and everyone else is jealous of you and it used to be on the dusty streets when I was a puppy growing up. This man must know about how good horseshit is even though most men don’t.
He had nice, soft hands that knew all the good places to scratch, and his feet were bare and had great scents on them too and his eyes were light but kind and happy. He made Alpha Male happy too.
Fart-smell Dog whored himself like a bitch in heat to Chemical-smell Man, but I was content just to watch him with Alpha Male. They made happy talk and they shared food, and I got some too. Later that night I was very surprised to see that Alpha Male submit to this man, rolling on his back and exposing his belly, even without any coverings. There was a smell of sweat and sex in the room, and I growl-warned the man not to dominate over my human, but Alpha Male put me out the door with nice words.
When they fought for dominance I couldn’t come to my Alpha’s aid, but there were no yelps of pain or cries for help, even though there was much other noise. Most of it was happy noise, so I finally lay down in the hall and glared at the door. This went on for a Long Time.
Chemical-smell Man stayed for a few days, and he was very nice to me. But I wasn’t sure why he was always making dominant over Alpha Male. They only did this when they were alone; not to show other men who was number one. This is when I figured out that men sometimes tell lies about who is on top.
Alpha Male even made Chemical-smell Man submit one night and he made as if he would gut him with teeth, and yet there was no fight and no defending and there was much happy talk after, so maybe they were equal Alphas.
Human are very confusing. Nice-smell Lady came back, and she liked Chemical-smell Man too so our pack was five, and then four again as he left. Our pack was still happy.
Then Nice-smell Lady went away again and Alpha Male was lonely. I brought him sticks to make him happy but his dark eyes were sad and my tail was not high.
Then came Treats-in-pocket Man, and he made Alpha Male smile. He brought presents. This man was happy voiced, and he smelled of small dogs that piss themselves when they’re excited. He played with me and when he went for walks around the city with Alpha Male they took Fart-smell Dog and me for protection and to show off their fine pack.
We went for a walk at night and they ate at a place called café outside and drank much from bottles that stink and forgot to give me cool clean water to drink, but I didn’t mind because there was a lot of happy talk. I was alone with them that night because Fart-smell Dog was a Bad Dog with Treats-in-pocket Man’s shoes – probably because of the wee dog smell reminding him of rats. I had a full stomach and was dreaming about chasing birds on the beach, my head on Alpha Male’s feet, when I heard lots of Loud Talk and some angry voices. Too many people were now crowding around our table in the café where scraps got dropped with a wink.
One whiff of fear from Alpha Male was enough for me.
I exploded out from under the table bark-warning and Showing Teeth and even growling like I was going to kill a cat, even though I don’t do that sort of thing now that I’m a Good Dog. The many people immediately moved back and I could see now that they were begging for attention from my humans, and my humans didn’t have anything to give and they were Not Happy. Too many people asking for treats and coming too close. I nipped at the shoes of a man who was making bright lights like *snap* *snap* *snap* and he jumped back and yelled at me and then he kicked me in the ribs.
That was the end of being a Good Dog, and I was going to bite him in the legs and gut him and eat his entrails! He screamed angry noise and then Alpha Male was there holding my rope tight to keep me from killing the man to defend my pack. He shoved the Bad Man back like he was Being Rude and they yelled and made angry smells and much posturing for dominance.
The man made a swing of his fist to hit my Alpha Male, but he was too quick, like dodging a rock, and he made a proud Alpha stance and he was an Amazing Thing to see in his Anger! I was insane with barking and wanting to bite, but the Treats-in-pocket Man punched the Bad Man in his snout and blood flew through the air and there was even more yelling.
I ended up hiding under the table, but that was so no one would step on me, not because I was afraid. We got to Ride home in a Car and it was good because none of us had submitted to anyone and we were the dominant pack of the café and nobody pushed us around. Alpha Male made me special food that night and told me that I was a Good Boy and Fart-smell Dog was jealous and I got to sleep on the bed with Alpha Male and Life Was Good. I didn’t even mind when Treats-in-pocket man came into the room and shared our den.
I was Second Dog in my pack, and there were no more fleas and I was now the Luckiest Dog in the World.
TITLE: The Luckiest Dog in the World
AUTHOR: Pecos – PecosPhil@sprintmail.com
WEBSITE: http://www.chimerafic.com
BETA: Gloria Mundi – all sing her praise!
RATING: PG - adult language, innuendo
FEEDBACK: remember the golden rule, (please!)
DISCLAIMER: I don’t make the toys, I’m
only playing with them. No money made,
nor disrespect intended
WHO’S IN IT?: Humans, including the Nice-smell
Lady and Treats-in-pocket Man
ARCHIVE: I’d be honored, just tell me where
NOTE: Please forgive any intentional or
unintentional abuse of facts and history
SUMMARY: Sidi tells his story
FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW SIDI: My
understanding is that Orlando & Kate found
two dogs running wild in the streets and on
the beaches of Morocco while filming
Kingdom of Heaven, and adopted them
The Luckiest Dog in the World
I still dream about the hot sand and the ocean-smell sky; chasing rats and eating whatever trash I could find or beg. Men were either mean or ignored me, and the bitches all seemed to disappear when they went into heat. My days were running and snooping in dark places, dust in my eyes and the stink of corruption and trying to find a safe spot to sleep in the heat. My nights were spent without a pack to protect me. Fart-smell Dog was my occasional companion, but he was smaller and sometimes quicker, and he stole my food often.
Mean thrown rocks sometimes hit me, and my ribs were often bruised. My front paw, the one I use to turn things over, had an oozing cut in the tough pad. Fleas feasted on my blood and drank the water from my eyes. My tail was low, and this was Not a Good Life.
Then came Nice-smell Lady and Alpha Male – walking on the beach – first one day and then the next. I watched them warily because they were different in their skin-coverings, and I smelled that Alpha Male had food with him. He offered it to me, making himself small in the sand. If I hadn’t been limping from the cut in my forepaw I would not have come closer, but I was starving and his eyes were kind and as dark as mine and held no secret hate. Tail tucked tight between my legs and head lowered in submission, I crept close enough to finally coax the man to toss his bounty to me. I snatched the food and bolted, pausing at a safe distance to gulp it before hurrying off. They did not chase, or yell, or even move, and Alpha Male called soft words to my ears. The food was Very Good and didn’t make me sick.
Late the next day Nice-smell Lady was there alone and she had food for me again and when I came close she offered it. I did not run so fast this time, and walked behind her down the beach until she turned back toward the city streets.
The day after that Alpha Male came to the edge of the water and squatted down. I came close, lowering my belly to the sand and watching him. He didn’t move, but talked to me, and his voice was soothing. He offered me his hand, and I didn’t even think about biting the fingers. Long time passed and then I found that I had belly-crept close enough that he could touch me, and he scratched my head and dislodged fleas from my tender ears.
I followed him home that day, and watched from the shade as he placed a bowl of fresh water and a plate of scraps on the ground outside the door. Before I could make up my mind Fart-smell Dog darted out of the bushes and ate the food, but I growl-warned him off and drank the water. It was sweet and cool and there were still some crumbs from the food. I slept that night in the garden of the house where Alpha Male lived with Nice-smell Lady, and in the morning there was even more food on the plate – even enough for Fart-smell and myself.
When Alpha Male went to the beach that night I went with him, walking near enough to smell him all over. There were strange smells of chemicals and skin and a bit of the Lady, and his sweat was healthy and good. He spoke to me constantly, and his voice was very nice. He picked up a stick and I cringed, surprised that he would hit me without any body-warning. But he threw the stick away. I went to sniff it, but I didn’t understand why he would pick it up at all – it was just a stick. Sticks are not good to eat even if you are very, very hungry.
That night the door to the house was open, and the plate of scraps was inside on the cool tile floor. I beat Fart-smell Dog to the bounty and there were crunchy Good Things along with the bits of food, and when I ate them they tasted strange but filled my belly and I was not hungry that night as I slept on the doorstep. When people walked too close to the house I barked at them even though it drew attention to my presence.
Returning from marking territory the next day I found that Fart-smell Dog was inside the house with Nice-Smell Lady and she was petting and stroking him and talking, and I got brave enough to go inside and investigate all the corners. This was Alpha Male’s den. I resisted the urge to mark anything, and I went outside again to make shit out of respect for Alpha Male and his bitch.
That night there were more crunchy Good Things and Fart-smell Dog and I ate them from bowls right inside the house while the humans ate their own food. I let Alpha Male pet me as much as he wanted, and I never growl-warned him because he was careful not to hurt me. He scratched itches I couldn’t reach and my tail thumped on the clean floor like a puppy’s.
After days like this I found the gate to the garden shut one morning, and I had to mark my territory within the walls instead of all over the neighborhood. But I didn’t mind too much. I had all the food I wanted to eat for the first time in my life and Alpha Male petted me and did something to make the fleas go away forever. That was his first miracle.
He put a strap of leather around my neck and although I fought with it and tried to scratch it off it stayed. He also put a rag around my neck to make it softer where the leather itched and the rag smelled of Alpha Male and the Lady, so I didn’t mind so much. They were my pack now, and I slept at night with one eye open to help guard them. No one came close to the house without hearing my bark-warning. When I learned not to fight so much with the collar around my neck Alpha Male tied me to a rope and we would go out together and walk on the beach like before. He was afraid he would get lost without me.
I saw other dogs around the city and they glared at me from the shadows. I knew that I was now an Outsider Dog, and they would attack me if they could. I didn’t care too much, because I had a pack now. I had a full belly and I was Second Dog in the house. I reminded Fart-smell Dog who was boss and I knew that Alpha Male would protect me from men with stones and dogs without packs.
There were bad times, when I had to be separated from my family or left alone inside the house. There were times when too many people crowded around my human and called him with begging voices, “Orli! Orli! Orli!” They sounded like they wanted food from him. I would bristle and be ready to defend Alpha Male, but he was strong among men and protected himself like a good Alpha should. He showed me how to be submissive to men without losing my place in the pack, and I learned about the pride of our pack because nothing would take away the things that I had now, no matter how much others wanted from my Alpha. He had enough to give to everyone.
Then there was the Evil-Stink place where the man who Smelled of Fear and Cats touched me in places I didn’t like. He did things to me that were Not Good, and he poked me with a stick and I slept a sudden strange and unnatural sleep and forgot who I was for a while. But in the end Alpha Male came to take me back and my pad was finally healed and I could trot for hours on the hot sand and my tail was high!
Strangely, I didn’t care about the bitches any more, and I didn’t whine to go prowling in the night. Fart-smell Dog smelled different – still of farts – but he still submitted to me with exposed belly and proper cower and I let him sleep at my side to guard me.
I had many names by then, and heard them from men. ‘Bad-dog’, ‘Good-dog’, ‘Come 'ere Boy’, “Orli’s Mutt’, ‘Garbage Disposer’, ‘That Damn Stray’, ‘The Black One’, ‘Crotch Inspector’, and ‘Sidi’. I didn’t care who called me what. I knew who I was, and I knew where my pack was. There were many men and packs of men who knew my Alpha Male and I learned how much to trust each of them. I didn’t fake-bite anyone unless they made a sudden move to hurt my pack. If anyone surprised me or made me have to defend then my Alpha didn’t beat me but spoke words and made things right.
I would have made a real-bite if I had to. I would fight anyone or anything if I had to.
Then came the big moving time and our pack went on a Long Trip. This was the first of many Long Trips and this is different than a Ride in the Car. Fart-smell Dog got sick when moving, but I was just excited by all the smells, and Alpha Male let me stand on his lap and poke my nose into the rich colored air. He always made sure there was food and time to run and stretch and shit, and he let me sleep at his feet when I couldn’t sniff the air any more.
After a long time we reached a new house but Nice-smell Lady stayed just a short time and then left. Her smell was barely there in the new place. Some of the same humans and packs were in this place too. There was no beach to walk on, but Alpha Male started taking me with him in the day so I would not be lonely and have to pretend that pillows were cats and shoes were rats.
I liked the little pretend house where Alpha Male went during the day. It smelled of him and the people there were very nice and lots of them took me with them on walks to explore the new places and make pee when I had to. I marked a lot of new territory. Lots of people had food and shared it with me and I was never hungry for very long.
Alpha Male kept throwing sticks away, and one day I thought maybe he would like to throw the same stick away twice for a change and I went and got it for him. He was very excited about this, and he called me ‘Good Boy’ with a big Happy Voice. That was nice, so I got him the stick again since he liked it very much, even though he kept throwing it away. After that Alpha Male liked those sticks so much that they made him happy to get back and I did it as often as I could just to hear the big Happy Voice. I know that it’s stupid to like sticks, but I try to understand Alpha Male even when he makes no sense at all.
This was the first time that Chemical-smell Man came to visit us. I bark-warned him when he came into our house, but Alpha Male told me to submit. Even though I’m not supposed to Be Rude I shoved my nose in his crotch to see who he was and I liked this man because I could smell animals and good food and healthy sweat. I could smell horses and liked that very much because horseshit is the Best Thing to roll in and cover your own smell and snuffle and everyone else is jealous of you and it used to be on the dusty streets when I was a puppy growing up. This man must know about how good horseshit is even though most men don’t.
He had nice, soft hands that knew all the good places to scratch, and his feet were bare and had great scents on them too and his eyes were light but kind and happy. He made Alpha Male happy too.
Fart-smell Dog whored himself like a bitch in heat to Chemical-smell Man, but I was content just to watch him with Alpha Male. They made happy talk and they shared food, and I got some too. Later that night I was very surprised to see that Alpha Male submit to this man, rolling on his back and exposing his belly, even without any coverings. There was a smell of sweat and sex in the room, and I growl-warned the man not to dominate over my human, but Alpha Male put me out the door with nice words.
When they fought for dominance I couldn’t come to my Alpha’s aid, but there were no yelps of pain or cries for help, even though there was much other noise. Most of it was happy noise, so I finally lay down in the hall and glared at the door. This went on for a Long Time.
Chemical-smell Man stayed for a few days, and he was very nice to me. But I wasn’t sure why he was always making dominant over Alpha Male. They only did this when they were alone; not to show other men who was number one. This is when I figured out that men sometimes tell lies about who is on top.
Alpha Male even made Chemical-smell Man submit one night and he made as if he would gut him with teeth, and yet there was no fight and no defending and there was much happy talk after, so maybe they were equal Alphas.
Human are very confusing. Nice-smell Lady came back, and she liked Chemical-smell Man too so our pack was five, and then four again as he left. Our pack was still happy.
Then Nice-smell Lady went away again and Alpha Male was lonely. I brought him sticks to make him happy but his dark eyes were sad and my tail was not high.
Then came Treats-in-pocket Man, and he made Alpha Male smile. He brought presents. This man was happy voiced, and he smelled of small dogs that piss themselves when they’re excited. He played with me and when he went for walks around the city with Alpha Male they took Fart-smell Dog and me for protection and to show off their fine pack.
We went for a walk at night and they ate at a place called café outside and drank much from bottles that stink and forgot to give me cool clean water to drink, but I didn’t mind because there was a lot of happy talk. I was alone with them that night because Fart-smell Dog was a Bad Dog with Treats-in-pocket Man’s shoes – probably because of the wee dog smell reminding him of rats. I had a full stomach and was dreaming about chasing birds on the beach, my head on Alpha Male’s feet, when I heard lots of Loud Talk and some angry voices. Too many people were now crowding around our table in the café where scraps got dropped with a wink.
One whiff of fear from Alpha Male was enough for me.
I exploded out from under the table bark-warning and Showing Teeth and even growling like I was going to kill a cat, even though I don’t do that sort of thing now that I’m a Good Dog. The many people immediately moved back and I could see now that they were begging for attention from my humans, and my humans didn’t have anything to give and they were Not Happy. Too many people asking for treats and coming too close. I nipped at the shoes of a man who was making bright lights like *snap* *snap* *snap* and he jumped back and yelled at me and then he kicked me in the ribs.
That was the end of being a Good Dog, and I was going to bite him in the legs and gut him and eat his entrails! He screamed angry noise and then Alpha Male was there holding my rope tight to keep me from killing the man to defend my pack. He shoved the Bad Man back like he was Being Rude and they yelled and made angry smells and much posturing for dominance.
The man made a swing of his fist to hit my Alpha Male, but he was too quick, like dodging a rock, and he made a proud Alpha stance and he was an Amazing Thing to see in his Anger! I was insane with barking and wanting to bite, but the Treats-in-pocket Man punched the Bad Man in his snout and blood flew through the air and there was even more yelling.
I ended up hiding under the table, but that was so no one would step on me, not because I was afraid. We got to Ride home in a Car and it was good because none of us had submitted to anyone and we were the dominant pack of the café and nobody pushed us around. Alpha Male made me special food that night and told me that I was a Good Boy and Fart-smell Dog was jealous and I got to sleep on the bed with Alpha Male and Life Was Good. I didn’t even mind when Treats-in-pocket man came into the room and shared our den.
I was Second Dog in my pack, and there were no more fleas and I was now the Luckiest Dog in the World.
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I love all the intricate details, from Alpha Male making himself small in the sand to his use of the rope so that he wouldn't get lost without Good Dog to guide him. How surprising it must be to a dog for a human to continually persist in picking up sticks and throwing them away, then get all excited when you bring the same stick back twice! Such silly creatures!
I, too, am very happy to hear that Alpha Male rolled over on his back and exposed his belly to Chemical-Smell man...especially that this went on for a Very Long Time. Was equally pleased to hear that they appear to be equal Alphas. Heehee!
I find the relationship that is Treats-in-Pocket man to be a very interesting one. Looking forward to more clues about who this is, to see if my theory is correct.
And yes, being the dominant pack in the neighborhood has its merits, doesn't it Sidi?!
Thank you so much for a well written, delightful, and incredibly fresh view on life with Alpha Male!
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