Saturday, October 20, 2007
Bruno's plight
Bruno was slowly pacing in the living room. His senses knew something wasn't right. Bruno wondered why his people hadn't returned yet. He was listening for the familiar noises outside of the house that usually indicated the people were going to come inside, greet him and fill his food bowl. Bruno was quite hungry. He had a water source, the dripping bathroom sink which he had figured out this morning to simply lift up his front paws to the edge of the sink and lick the slow drips and any water in the basin. Now he resumed smelling around for something to eat after checking his food bowl once again.
Today was the first day Bruno had been scavaging around to satisfy his hunger. He was regretting finishing off the food in the bowl in the middle of the second day, he had been so used to the people's timetable. They just had never been gone this long and Bruno worried. After three days of captivity within the house Bruno had been pooping and peeing in one of the bedrooms and he knew he would have to start to do that in a different area of the house soon, instinct told him so. Bruno also knew he was changing his routines and habits, it seemed so disruptive to him.
Always he paid attention to his sense of hearing. It had been sometime yesterday that he realized that the noise of the traveling machines the people moved about in were almost completely quiet. Occasionally he still heard the rush of a traveling machine in the distance and with his good aural sense knew it wasn't related to his people.
He was feeling lonely for his people and was understanding the reliance he had on them. He missed them all and the mom he missed the most who changed his water and filled his bowl. Bruno's memory flitted between the images of the people, the first boy ruffling his fur, the Dad playing tug the rope, and the second boy doing the tricks for treats routine. Bruno was missing the exciting events such as riding in the traveling machine with the mom on her errands, and the mundane things like doing a walk-around to check on the safety of the home.
Bruno finally laid down on his usual night time sleeping mat. It was a soft mat and provided warmth, but being that it was early autumn he wasn't worried about temperature. He began to dream, a fitful sleep as his hearing alerted him to the lack of outside background noise that was normal during the night. He woke often.
This time after coming out of sleep he gave into the urge he had, his thoughts about calling for help. Bruno never howled because the people didn't like him too. Even when they weren't in the house his training to resist the instinct prevailed . Now he gave in and began a mournful howl. He did this and then barked before every new call. Then he listened. Yes, faintly he heard the dog a few houses down. He understood his neighbor, Spiker, telling him the same things he already knew for his own situation. Spiker's people had been gone too long as well and he was also wondering what to do.
He called out to Spiker and told his own story. He stopped barking and began to think as Spiker related Bruno's story over to a farther house for Sheena to know. Now Bruno knew that the situation wasn't good, it seems all the people have failed to return to their houses. Familiar routines were completely disrupted and Bruno now thought that some plans needed to be made for the future. He laid back down to think and to get some more sleep. Tomorrow he decided it would be good to see if he could escape the house. His instinct wanted to gather with his own kind and seek food and water. Bruno sensed deep down that he and the other dogs could be in trouble.
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Today was the first day Bruno had been scavaging around to satisfy his hunger. He was regretting finishing off the food in the bowl in the middle of the second day, he had been so used to the people's timetable. They just had never been gone this long and Bruno worried. After three days of captivity within the house Bruno had been pooping and peeing in one of the bedrooms and he knew he would have to start to do that in a different area of the house soon, instinct told him so. Bruno also knew he was changing his routines and habits, it seemed so disruptive to him.
Always he paid attention to his sense of hearing. It had been sometime yesterday that he realized that the noise of the traveling machines the people moved about in were almost completely quiet. Occasionally he still heard the rush of a traveling machine in the distance and with his good aural sense knew it wasn't related to his people.
He was feeling lonely for his people and was understanding the reliance he had on them. He missed them all and the mom he missed the most who changed his water and filled his bowl. Bruno's memory flitted between the images of the people, the first boy ruffling his fur, the Dad playing tug the rope, and the second boy doing the tricks for treats routine. Bruno was missing the exciting events such as riding in the traveling machine with the mom on her errands, and the mundane things like doing a walk-around to check on the safety of the home.
Bruno finally laid down on his usual night time sleeping mat. It was a soft mat and provided warmth, but being that it was early autumn he wasn't worried about temperature. He began to dream, a fitful sleep as his hearing alerted him to the lack of outside background noise that was normal during the night. He woke often.
This time after coming out of sleep he gave into the urge he had, his thoughts about calling for help. Bruno never howled because the people didn't like him too. Even when they weren't in the house his training to resist the instinct prevailed . Now he gave in and began a mournful howl. He did this and then barked before every new call. Then he listened. Yes, faintly he heard the dog a few houses down. He understood his neighbor, Spiker, telling him the same things he already knew for his own situation. Spiker's people had been gone too long as well and he was also wondering what to do.
He called out to Spiker and told his own story. He stopped barking and began to think as Spiker related Bruno's story over to a farther house for Sheena to know. Now Bruno knew that the situation wasn't good, it seems all the people have failed to return to their houses. Familiar routines were completely disrupted and Bruno now thought that some plans needed to be made for the future. He laid back down to think and to get some more sleep. Tomorrow he decided it would be good to see if he could escape the house. His instinct wanted to gather with his own kind and seek food and water. Bruno sensed deep down that he and the other dogs could be in trouble.
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