Dog-like instinct

It was a week ago. I had sat, as usual, watching life go by, to see how pathetic and short it is, because nobody knows when the will die or how. I don't like people, they treat you like you're an animal by ordering you around as though they are better than you. I don't want to be a ruler of citizens yet. But sometimes I feel like I am. Everybody does.

It was a cold windy day with leaves colourful and broken, but it was starting to snow and get very dark by the time everyone had got home. They were late because of traffic, there had been an accident on the motorway, nears Queens Court. At the end of our block there is a reserve, open and safe and where we go and play catch or frisbee throws, but often it's the place for ruthless youths. I was sitting with Pasha and Bryan, on the couch near the window slowly getting to sleep, while everyone else went to bed, when Pasha noticed something with the lock. She examined it as closely as she could. It was unlocked, open to the world.

"Looks like they forgot to lock the door," Pasha mumbled, jumping on the armchair to carry on sleeping. Suddenly we froze and looked slowly at the unlocked door, and the door handle. It was moving gently without a sound. We looked at the wall. A shadow creeped up the creme coloured curtains. We looked at the ground to see to black boots. Ours eyes shifted to the hand clenching the door with drained faces. I think we all heard the sound of fear that crept up our spines and the small chuckle of delight that soon filled the air. A short figure, dressed in camouflage entered the moonlit room and hallway. Bryan attacked first.

Pasha was penetrating his crime stained skin by biting and scratching as hard as she could. Bryan grabbed the intruders leg and cut as far down as possible, leaving blood to splatter over the curtains and wall, turning them pink in a matter of seconds. I was unable to think on my feet. I ran straight towards the asylum kicking my feet out as I went, as well as hunching my body braising for impact.

It was fast and swift. The blood ran over me like a thunderstorms cry. It was warm and wet, my eyes began to shut with what I thought was delight as my caregivers entered the battle scene. I was wrong. One knelt by me rubbing my head, while the Alfa male ripped into the crock, giving a signal to his wife to call the police.

Pasha and Bryan stood by me holding long stares with me. I tried to stand but my body didn't let me, instead pain raced over me, through my hair, and around my stomach. I knew what had happen and I was sad to say I was ready. I had done my duty and was ready to see God's wonders. My time as a dog was over and who knows what was next. I have a final lick to my owners and my friends and slowly slipped off down the tunnel towards the light.