Post by h2f on Jul 11, 2020 12:30:24 GMT -5
Princess Sparkle sits upon her raised pillows in boredom as she watches the others unload their cars from the big truck into her domain. They seem to arrive every other day to do this and this morning had started the same as always. Bruce hadn’t even showed up to watch this morning; instead the doberman ran off into the meadow to look for his vixen friend at first light leaving her to watch both the cars being unloaded and the pup.
Teddy, the youngest member of her pack, had given up on watching hours ago; he now sat in front of the standard poodle’s raised doggy throne chewing on a tree bone and occasionally wagging his tail. While the Newfoundland dog had finally grown into his paws, Teddy had yet to develop the concentration this sensitive task required, meaning Princess had to pay more attention to the others.
The other one by the truck shouts something at the other one who feeds them in a lower pitched voice than normal. Both of them change their body posture; puffing up to seem bigger and adding swagger to their steps. Princess huffs and stands. They needed to be reminded that this wasn’t the place to fight. She carefully jumps to the ground and Teddy jumps to his feet with a loud yip.
The two dogs move closer to the two others arguing without the latter realizing. Loud shouts are going back and forth. Arms are waving in the air and pelvises thrusting back and forth. The dogs position themselves and Princess begins the warning. She growls and both of the others freeze. Teddy picks up her growl and the former fighters look at the larger dog. The others start whispering and Princess lets them. Sometimes, before things came to physical blows, this was enough. Then she notices one of the others reach into the truck rather than for the handle. It wouldn’t be enough.
Princess howls the order for the dogs to charge forward. Then, before either of them take more than a few steps, a car starts. The dogs freeze and both the dogs and the others look towards the back of the truck.
Given that everyone who can drive a car is already accounted for, a car backing off of the truck is an unexpected turn of events. All four of them watch as the silver vehicle finishes backing off the ramp and turns towards the meadow. The car revs its engine and speeds off. When the literal dust settles, the fight is forgotten. In short order, Princess is able to return to her pillows and, given that Teddy is now paying attention, she takes a short nap.
Bruce ran around the meadow all morning but his foxy friend remained elusive. He would have felt bad about leaving Princess and Teddy to watch the others unload cars all day except he knew that it was up to him to protect this part of the junkyard from enemies. Sure, the others brought their truck in the front but other enemies had tried to sneak through the fence in the past. It was the perfect time for an ambush! While all the dogs were watching the front, their enemies could sneak in the back. Honestly, Bruce didn’t know why Princess didn’t see it. But he did. And he was out here watching their back, like normal.
Except normally cars didn’t drive back here. He cocks his head to the side and listens. The sound of a car grows closer and Bruce knows in his bones that THIS was why he ran off this morning. He silently sneaks behind a rusty car to watch for their enemy.
A silver car comes into view as it drives along their fence path. The dogs use the fence path to run the perimeter and ensure that nothing snuck IN but it looks like whoever was controlling the car was looking to sneak OUT. Not on Bruce Whine’s watch.
The car slows to a crawl as it comes to the back corner. It will have to turn left and by now the one controlling the car must realize there is only one way in or out of this junkyard. Bruce has to act now or he will miss his chance.
The doberman jumps onto the hood of the car and grows at the driver’s seat. Except that’s exactly what he is growling at. An empty driver’s seat. There is no one there for him to scare into submission. Confused, he doesn't recognize the pop sound for what it is.
The car shoots backwards then stops. Bruce tries to brace himself on the car hood but that pop a moment ago was the hood being unlocked. The hood continues backwards with Bruce on top. The hood comes to a sudden stop but Bruce does not. Bruce uses the traction of his paws to slow him down as he slides across the hood of the car and jumps off the car before he falls off the back end. He continues his momentum a few steps before turning around.
Bruce lowers his head, pulls back his erect ears, and lets loose a growl to make his intentions clear. That was not cool. Brue likes going fast and likes the wind in his ears but dogs were not meant to ride ON cars; they were meant to ride IN cars.
The Car turns to face him and the engine lets loose a growl of its own.
Bruce watches the car thinking. There was no driver. Cars, in his experience, didn’t drive themselves. Yet that is what was happening here. Bruce was in the junkyard to protect the cars left in their care from their enemies but the cars themselves weren’t the enemy. The cars were as confined to the junkyard as much as the dogs. More even, because the cars couldn’t leave. Most cars couldn’t leave Bruce amended. This car could.
Bruce was here to guard the cars, no one said where Bruce had to be to guard the cars. He could leave the Junkyard and still guard this car. This thought has his ears rolling forward as he swallows his growl.
He wags his tail to show the Car they are friends.
The Car lowers the volume of its growl and raises its wipers as though cocking its head in confusion.
Bruce barks and lowers into a play stance then stands and jumps up and down in a circle. The Car just needs to follow him to the other side of the front until the others finish unloading the new cars. Then they will be free to run out past the gate.
Teddy is happy to see the back end of the truck as it drives away. Today is turning out to be a weird day. He looks up to see Princess still snoozing on her pillows. He lets her sleep; she can be very angry when she first wakes up and Teddy is perfectly content to continue chewing on his tree bone.
Teddy hears that silver car coming closer. He stops chewing and stands up. Looking in the direction of the sound he barks. An angry Princess is just what this situation calls for. He barks and barks and soon she is barking beside him. He wags his tail because he did the right thing.
As the Car pulls closer, it starts honking at random intervals. The Car moves to stop beside them and Princess is forced to back up.
All four windows roll down and Bruce is sitting in the driver's seat. Bruce barks at them.
Teddy barks back at the doberman and wags his tail because he is happy to see Bruce.
Princess growls at the doberman. The standard poodle is less happy to see Bruce.
Bruce barks and whines back.
Princess cocks her head to the side considering.
Bruce jumps up and down hitting the horn. He throws his head in the air asking them to join him in the car.
Teddy jumps in the car through the window. Teddy likes car rides. This would be fun.
Teddy, the youngest member of her pack, had given up on watching hours ago; he now sat in front of the standard poodle’s raised doggy throne chewing on a tree bone and occasionally wagging his tail. While the Newfoundland dog had finally grown into his paws, Teddy had yet to develop the concentration this sensitive task required, meaning Princess had to pay more attention to the others.
The other one by the truck shouts something at the other one who feeds them in a lower pitched voice than normal. Both of them change their body posture; puffing up to seem bigger and adding swagger to their steps. Princess huffs and stands. They needed to be reminded that this wasn’t the place to fight. She carefully jumps to the ground and Teddy jumps to his feet with a loud yip.
The two dogs move closer to the two others arguing without the latter realizing. Loud shouts are going back and forth. Arms are waving in the air and pelvises thrusting back and forth. The dogs position themselves and Princess begins the warning. She growls and both of the others freeze. Teddy picks up her growl and the former fighters look at the larger dog. The others start whispering and Princess lets them. Sometimes, before things came to physical blows, this was enough. Then she notices one of the others reach into the truck rather than for the handle. It wouldn’t be enough.
Princess howls the order for the dogs to charge forward. Then, before either of them take more than a few steps, a car starts. The dogs freeze and both the dogs and the others look towards the back of the truck.
Given that everyone who can drive a car is already accounted for, a car backing off of the truck is an unexpected turn of events. All four of them watch as the silver vehicle finishes backing off the ramp and turns towards the meadow. The car revs its engine and speeds off. When the literal dust settles, the fight is forgotten. In short order, Princess is able to return to her pillows and, given that Teddy is now paying attention, she takes a short nap.
* * *
Bruce ran around the meadow all morning but his foxy friend remained elusive. He would have felt bad about leaving Princess and Teddy to watch the others unload cars all day except he knew that it was up to him to protect this part of the junkyard from enemies. Sure, the others brought their truck in the front but other enemies had tried to sneak through the fence in the past. It was the perfect time for an ambush! While all the dogs were watching the front, their enemies could sneak in the back. Honestly, Bruce didn’t know why Princess didn’t see it. But he did. And he was out here watching their back, like normal.
Except normally cars didn’t drive back here. He cocks his head to the side and listens. The sound of a car grows closer and Bruce knows in his bones that THIS was why he ran off this morning. He silently sneaks behind a rusty car to watch for their enemy.
A silver car comes into view as it drives along their fence path. The dogs use the fence path to run the perimeter and ensure that nothing snuck IN but it looks like whoever was controlling the car was looking to sneak OUT. Not on Bruce Whine’s watch.
The car slows to a crawl as it comes to the back corner. It will have to turn left and by now the one controlling the car must realize there is only one way in or out of this junkyard. Bruce has to act now or he will miss his chance.
The doberman jumps onto the hood of the car and grows at the driver’s seat. Except that’s exactly what he is growling at. An empty driver’s seat. There is no one there for him to scare into submission. Confused, he doesn't recognize the pop sound for what it is.
The car shoots backwards then stops. Bruce tries to brace himself on the car hood but that pop a moment ago was the hood being unlocked. The hood continues backwards with Bruce on top. The hood comes to a sudden stop but Bruce does not. Bruce uses the traction of his paws to slow him down as he slides across the hood of the car and jumps off the car before he falls off the back end. He continues his momentum a few steps before turning around.
Bruce lowers his head, pulls back his erect ears, and lets loose a growl to make his intentions clear. That was not cool. Brue likes going fast and likes the wind in his ears but dogs were not meant to ride ON cars; they were meant to ride IN cars.
The Car turns to face him and the engine lets loose a growl of its own.
Bruce watches the car thinking. There was no driver. Cars, in his experience, didn’t drive themselves. Yet that is what was happening here. Bruce was in the junkyard to protect the cars left in their care from their enemies but the cars themselves weren’t the enemy. The cars were as confined to the junkyard as much as the dogs. More even, because the cars couldn’t leave. Most cars couldn’t leave Bruce amended. This car could.
Bruce was here to guard the cars, no one said where Bruce had to be to guard the cars. He could leave the Junkyard and still guard this car. This thought has his ears rolling forward as he swallows his growl.
He wags his tail to show the Car they are friends.
The Car lowers the volume of its growl and raises its wipers as though cocking its head in confusion.
Bruce barks and lowers into a play stance then stands and jumps up and down in a circle. The Car just needs to follow him to the other side of the front until the others finish unloading the new cars. Then they will be free to run out past the gate.
* * *
Teddy is happy to see the back end of the truck as it drives away. Today is turning out to be a weird day. He looks up to see Princess still snoozing on her pillows. He lets her sleep; she can be very angry when she first wakes up and Teddy is perfectly content to continue chewing on his tree bone.
Teddy hears that silver car coming closer. He stops chewing and stands up. Looking in the direction of the sound he barks. An angry Princess is just what this situation calls for. He barks and barks and soon she is barking beside him. He wags his tail because he did the right thing.
As the Car pulls closer, it starts honking at random intervals. The Car moves to stop beside them and Princess is forced to back up.
All four windows roll down and Bruce is sitting in the driver's seat. Bruce barks at them.
Teddy barks back at the doberman and wags his tail because he is happy to see Bruce.
Princess growls at the doberman. The standard poodle is less happy to see Bruce.
Bruce barks and whines back.
Princess cocks her head to the side considering.
Bruce jumps up and down hitting the horn. He throws his head in the air asking them to join him in the car.
Teddy jumps in the car through the window. Teddy likes car rides. This would be fun.