It was dog’s life inside number 34 Burnell Walk. It was a very cosy environment, with the radiators and heaters on during the cold grips of winter, and the air conditioning and fans turned on during the harsh clutches of summer.
There was a big 60 inch plasma screen TV fixed onto the red painted walls. There were many comfortable chairs of all sizes around the house. The beds were king sized and littered with fluffy pillows, the fridge was always stocked up with little treats and the bathroom was equipped with a little dog Jacuzzi.
All that mattered to the dog that inhabited this heaven on earth was the 5 star foods she was given and the perfect accommodation and attention she received from the humans that cared for her. She never considered the humans her owners, but thought of herself as their master. To her they were just servants running around after her.
She took her daily bath in the bubbly and steaming Jacuzzi, had her long white fur trimmed and had her favourite red bow tied in her hair that day.
She received a 3 course meal of Salmon slices, Pheasant fillets and Chocolate trifle, which she ate rather politely.
She watched the episode of Desperate Housewives, which she had missed but she, thanks to Sky plus, was able to record it for later watching.
She did her business within the privacy and safety of one of the many pink leaved Rhododendron bushes that lined the garden, using her own little toilet which had been dug out for her. It was a little hole in the ground, lined with sweet smelling flowers.
She forced her way out of the slightly prickly embrace of the bush and decided that tonight she would gaze at the stars for a while.
She liked to gaze at the brightly coloured and ever so distant specks in the ink stained sky. She knew a few constellations such as:
And of course Canis Major and Canis minor
On this particular night the moon was concealed behind a thin, misty blanket of wispy clouds that were pushed throughout the sky by a cooling breeze.
Instead of carelessly laying anywhere and running the risk of sitting in animal droppings, the snobby pet placed herself on a pink and flower decorated towel that was always laid out in the garden. She folded her front paws beneath her and began to spot the different stars.
She marvelled at how far away the stars were but how brightly they shone. The moon eventually revealed itself to the world as the clouds decided to explore the skies elsewhere, guarded by the watchful wind. The moon was full; it smiled down at the earth with a burning glow that sent beams of light across the land and the sea.
A sudden and violent rustling in one of the Rhododendron bushes alerted the pet of a hidden stalker that certainly wasn’t the weak wind. She turned to face the bush, her heart thumping and her brain telling her to shout out and alert her servants.
The branches parted to show a disfigured black shape, shadowed by the darkness it stood in. Its muzzle was long and pointed; its ears were alert and wolf-like, its legs were bulky with muscles and its tail was as bushy as a foxes.
Also it had a hunched and unnatural look about its back, as well as a badly broken leg, which didn’t seem to bother her attacker much.
It spotted her as soon as it exited the bush and focused its blood-shot, anger consumed eyes on her shivering, frozen form. It put its ears back and pressed them to its head; it pulled its lips back in a snarl to reveal age-yellowed teeth and its stance quietly lowered so its belly was pressed against the ground.
The victim could tell by the appearance and position of the animal that was stalking her, that her assassin was old. Being old was not a hindrance to it, it was more like a gift; it had gained much knowledge throughout its life and was able to use this against younger, less experienced opponents.
It launched itself at her, using its numb and broken limb as a weapon. It pawed her roughly across her head and this was enough to knock the small dog flying. She hit her head on a thin tree trunk, which belonged to a tree planted directly in the middle of her garden, a tree she would sometimes sleep under.
As her eyesight became blurred and unfocused, she saw the shadowy figure advance towards her, flashing its horrible teeth as it did so.
Elsewhere in the town, a young puppy was scouting an area of beach for rats. The rats had taken her food and she was starting to suffer because of it; her ribs were beginning to show underneath her scruffy, wiry pelt.
She had only caught two skinny brown rats, too underfed to be the thieves. Rats were tricky little rodents, who were able to escape from all sorts of impossible situations and because of this ability the young dog was finding it impossible to catch the real thieves.
She lay flat across the sand, crawled forward until the distinct stink of rat could be smelt by her keen nose. She would always like to hunt rats with her best friends Buck and Alsatian. She would stalk, pounce, kill then eat. Alsatian had been the best rat hunter out of the three of them, but he had other matters to take care of, such as the protection of Buck’s land.
A scuffling sound coming from behind one of the bins brought her back to reality. She advanced towards the bin, slowly and carefully. She sat up, leant on her haunches and leapt with all her might. She collided heavily with a large, wolfish beast with a broken leg, a bent back and a front paw currently holding a limp dog form.
The dog form in the strange beasts grip was a snobby pet by the look of its coat and health. It had long white fur which covered its squashed face. Pasha could immediately tell it was a Maltese.
The Maltese’s captor swung a heavy paw at the wiry stray in rage. The wild hit and bad aim allowed Pasha to dodge the creature’s killer blow, but her back legs got caught up in some discarded wire. The wire dug into her shins, hurting badly, and she tripped, falling into a pile of old newspapers.
She flipped forward and tried to get a good grip on the wire that had trapped her. She hooked her canines under the wire and yanked as hard as her jaw would allow.
This only made the wire dig into her skin further and she yelped in both pain and surprise. Her attacker faced her once again; angry at how good this pup was at evading him. The beast snatched the wire and pulled it upwards, leaving Pasha suspended and vulnerable in mid air. The monster cuffed her lightly around the head, it was soft but his paws were big and heavy enough to knock the terrier out.
He took Pasha’s scruff carefully in his jaws, not wanting to harm her further until the time was right. With a howl of triumph, he melted back into the undergrowth, taking his two precious packages with him.