“You there! Hold fast. I’ll take the invaders from the west. Guard the King!”
“Aye sir.” He looked up at the King, worry on his brow. The invaders were most certainly here, as he could hear the din of their machinery, and voices as they shouted coordinated plans to each other. It would not be long before the Keep was overrun, if the First Guardian failed his duty.
The King reached down and comforted his steadfast companion. Second Guardian looked upon him in wonder. Had he no fear? Who IS this person?
“Oi! Back! You bearers of Hell, slayers of innocents! You be gone NOW!” The cries from the First Guardian were heard echoing through the field. He was alive still, at least for now.
Second Guardian stayed silent, guarding the King, waiting for what would come.
I have two pups, both of similar but different breeding backgrounds, but most certainly with two very different personalities.
They around the same age, both greying at the muzzle, as is their master.
Because of their breeding similarities, they look alike enough to confuse others at first glance. That similarity, incidentally, is how the 2nd member came to join the clan. But that’s a different story to be told.
What’s interesting is how they interact with people, age and breeding similarities being equal.
One loves to stay indoors, regardless of the season. The other, outdoors. They have a doggie door so they have the freedom to choose their preferred locale.
Incidentally, the one who likes to stay outdoors is the barky one. He can’t stand it when the lawn care crew arrive to work at the house. He’s friendly once I introduce him to people he doesn’t know, but if he can’t see someone but hears them he sounds like hell unleashed.
In contrast, the other is silent. He greets the delivery or pizza guy with me at the door but doesn’t make a sound. One delivery person quipped, “those are the ones you gotta look out for – they’ll rip you up before you know they’re there…” Fortunately I’ve seen no signs of him ripping anything up other than his doggie treats.
It’s amazing, watching the two of them interact with each other and with other people.
I’ve always wondered what goes through their doggie minds.
First Guardian relaxed. He was weary but still wired and ready for battle. The invaders has slunk off again, as they always tend to do. But they will be back. They are always ready to sneak up on us when we aren’t ready between the hours of 8 and 11 am on Friday mornings.
This time, the stakes were higher. This time the King was present. Gods among us, what would have happened had the King been captured? The thought is unbearable.
First Guardian, hearing a slight sound, rushed to battle again but was met with silence. Still, one could never be too careful.
The Guardians met, compared notes, and checked in on the King. All was well.
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