Caninia

There was not much to say at the first meeting, but they did break the ice.

Scents were taken; barks were heard; territory claimed.

As a gesture of kindness, the larger animal allowed the newer member to join in with their games and encouraged him to know the territory and be aware of the presence of interlopers, like squirrels, chipmunks, the occasional disrespectful cat, and all those birds attracted to the availability of food nearby. It is absolutely important not to forget that this is our territory, the big one stated, or else this area might be quite corrupted and lost to us, like the parks and other trails now taken over by humans and their ridiculous habits (all that running, cycling and walking without them).

The humans... They all laughed to themselves about them.

They did love them, but they wondered how they managed to achieve so much with such bizarre behaviour and incomprehensible actions.

All that worry and concern and stress over their toys and other humans liking them, working with them, respecting them...

All they needed to do was to make sure that their real owners understood and loved them. A few scratches, a good bone, a long walk, food, water and a nice place to rest is all they wanted.

So silly...

They ran around the fenced-in gravel of the park, awaiting the moment when they would have to leave their beautiful world.

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