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.