C-D Post: Devotion = Canines, part 2

What could possibly change that fact? 

There were shifts in their reality.  The Alpha female disappeared for days.  The Alpha male was distracted, forgot to feed them once.  Two elderly Alphas arrived to care for them. 

Porter watched the movements carefully, gauging the changes, wondering.  Scrumpy urinated nervously in the corner. 

And then, when both had reached a state of highest anxiety, the Alpha female returned.  But she was not alone.  She carried a small round thing that made noise.  It was not food or water, clearly.  But what was it? 

A new pack member had arrived, making Porter and Scrumpy uneasy.  The Alpha male and his mate were especially impressed with this upstart.  A mere pup would not have been permitted otherwise.

The Alpha male carried the new pack member around, singing to it in sweet tones.  The female fed this new member from her breasts.  Porter realized that this was their pup, whom they called ‘Benjamin’ or ‘Little Man’ or ‘Sweet Baby’.

Still there was something about this pup that spoke to their natures.  

Porter, the ever diligent and faithful, recognized his purpose was to be a source of strength and protection.  

Scrumpy, with his sense of play and affection, understood his role would be to love and worship.

Knowing one’s roles in the pack is everything.  The pup would someday be aware of his own place in the McKinley pack.

C-D Post: Canine=Devotion, part 1

Life within the pack was good.  More than that, it was great.  And Porter with his pal Scrumpy knew that fact.

Food appeared from a magic bag and was poured into plastic bowls.  Water emerged from a shiny tube, and filled the metal bowls.  Not only that, their den was warm when the snow fell, and comfortable when the trees became green again. 

Food, water, warmth, a place to sleep, and all that a pack dog could hope for was provided by the Alpha male and his mate.

Porter could lie in the window upon a black leather sitting down thing and watch the birds soar over the river and trees.  Dozing, he would dream of chasing cats and rolling in mud. 

Scrumpy mainly enjoyed the food and the chew toys.  Porter told him what to do, so he did not have to think about anything.

Their greatest joys were walking with their Alpha companions. 

Racing ahead of the Alphas, barking at birds, and then urinating upon the spots marked by other packs were the highlights of the day.  The Alphas permitted them these joys, and they fully understood that. 

How could life be any better?  What could possibly change that fact?

This continues tomorrow, as Canines=Dogs moves forward to answer the above questions.