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Exhausted and crumpled on a couch where I know I shouldn’t be.  Tail too tired to wag, but door creaks and I perk.  Familiar smell followed by unfamiliar brings those curiosity pangs.  Worse than the hunger kind.  I am big and alpha.  It yips madly, so I spring and defend.

I don’t understand breeds, except this one’s mine.  She bears teeth first; I should’ve known better…I am alpha.  Then He shuts her up.  I hate having to defer.

Sniff that…it’s the usual.  It burns where my ear used to be.  Bite the scruff, I am alpha, she heels.  It burns where my ear used to be.  He rushes Yippie to the cages, while I chase.  Door to the face.

Burning ear grows heavy and head tilts with the weight.  New perspective reveals my tail.  Worth chasing?  It burns where my ear used to be.