Camping

A hooded figure walks towards our site

It’s early. He’s tall.

Too tall to be human?

My human is trying to tell me not to bark, and talking to the hooded figure. He takes down his hood.

It’s my human’s human. I always warn. Better safe than sorry.

The sky is light; I am allowed to bark. Those are the rules. Why is my human upset at me?

I can’t bark inside the sleeping hut, either? Why am I here?

The fledgling dog is trying to play with me. That is not why we are here, fledgling. Allow me to tell you.

We are here to alert the humans to any and all potential danger. It’s hard, when they don’t give us adequate range. They tie us up for their comfort, which means they’re nervous; we must be on high alert.

Our human is getting antsy, moving things around. The other human is making a lot of noise but he is still in the hut. It sounds like he is singing. What do you mean, we don’t have to alert them to danger? You are the fledgling, I am the experienced one. Though now that you mention it, I have been getting bopped on the nose. You have not. Maybe I will try your way.

I will lay down and ignore all potential danger. Just this once.