Its a Dogs Life

Bear loitered beside Rose, holding his breath for as long as possible. He'd rather not breath than not be around her... which brought to question the fact that he liked her. He would dare say he loved her. But what worried him was if she even liked him back...
 
Rose peeked at Bear, she could tell he was holding his breath, a feeling of guilt washed over her even though there was nothing she could do. She couldn't tell if she really liked him or if it was because she was in heat. She had never felt this way about anyone before, it was similar to how she had felt for her pups but also very different.
 
Boldly he slid onto the ground beside her, resting his head on her paw and looking up at her, tail wagging. The smell was potent as ever, taunting and loathsome while at the same time delicious and powerful.
 
Rose smiled down at Bear wondering if his action was a friendly gesture or something more. He was a handsome dog and she felt so plain next to him. Her marking were simple just a black pit bull with a white chest and socks. The fact that most of her ears were missing did not make her appearance any better. What was he getting at teasing her like this? Rose looked up focusing on the sun again as she asked him, "What do you think it means to be Alpha?"
 
He remained silent. She wouldn't even look at him... and now this random question. "Well..." he started, pondering briefly. "I think it means putting the needs of others before yourself. It means being ready to sacrifice yourself at any given moment for those who would let you die in a heartbeat if it was them or you. I think... well... I think it means you want to make the lives of others better, you know, sort of setting them up for success rather than letting them figure it out on their own and fail. But that's just me," he said, snuffing his nose into her short pelt and nuzzle her foreleg.
 
Rose nodded shivering as he nuzzled her, that had to mean something. As the sun dropped below the trees she slid the leg, not under his head, further under his body until she was laying down with her chin resting on his back. Was she being too forward or was this just enough for now? Her ears flicked back as she heard the shuffling of the caretakers in the barn.
 
He flicked his ears, bearing her weight without much stress, taking comfort in having her so close to him. Gradually his eyes closed, and he snorted, drifting off into slumber.
 
(Sorry for the crappy post)


Rose tucked the nub of her tail under her back leg breathing in his warm scent. It was a combination of pine needles, straw and something else she could not put her paw on.
 
( I dunno what to write about...)


Nero sighed, yawning in a shrill tone as he woke from a brief nap. Repo was tucked against their mother, who was asleep as well. Uncle Titan was outside the stall, laying across the entrance and looking relaxed. But Nero simply couldn't allow that. Getting to his feet, he wiggled his rump and bounded towards the massive dog, flopping onto of his head and growling as he tugged on an ear.
 
(I'm trying to come up with another conflict or something...any ideas?)


Doc watched the pups scampering around their mother and Titan. He remembered how his pups used to pull at his wrinkles and floppy ears a smiling flashing across his chocolate and grey face.
 
Repo stirred as Titan shuffled to paw at Nero. Tiny tail wagging, Repo ventured outside the stall in hopes to find something to do or someone to play with. Surveying the area, he saw immediately a greyish-brown dog. Scampering over, the first questions to spill from his lips were as follows; "Who are you? Why is your face that way? Is my face going to be like that? What's your favorite smell?"
 
Doc smiled at the small pup laying down so that he was eye level with him. "Which question do you want me to answer first?" he barked in his wise force. He managed to make his bark playful instead of just boring as he shook his big floppy ears.
 
"Uh... I dunno," he yapped, ears flopping down before his eyes as his tongue dangled from his parted jaws. "How old are you?" he reiterated.
 
"I am twelve years old and how old are you?" Doc asked moving into a sitting position so he could scratch at a flea. His huge wrinkles flopped up and down his neck as he tried to pin point the flea's location.
 
"Whoa!!!!" stammered Repo, mimicking what he saw and plopping over on his rump, lifting a stubby hind leg to scratch at his skin while his tail wagged merrily. "Wow you must have smelled a ton of stuffs! What's your favorite? Mine's grass!"
 
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