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.
