A Glimpse in the Life of Major

Just a little fun. Looking through my dog's eyes.

Major groaned to himself as his mistress shoved her too cold feet under him once again. It had been a night of icy feet and he really wished she would keep those ice cubes to herself. That black feline didn't know how good he had it up there on the pillow against both a hot rice bag and her neck . . . blast him. Ah well. Adjusting himself until he was somewhat comfortable he closed his eyes thinking about that new litter of puppies his Lady had stashed out of the cold under an old building. He had yet to see them, but could smell them on her. Three of them smelled of him and her, the other two of her and that big white shaggy male Atlas, that stayed with the sheep . . . dang him. Lady was HIS b***h. Once again he shifted and attempted to warm those icy stubs without actually touching them. How could they be so COLD! Sometimes he thought sleeping on the cold ground would be preferable. At least the ground did get warm under him eventually, but those feet of hers didn't seem to.

A sound caught his attention and he raised his head to listen better. Something hard was hitting the roof. It sounded cold. Standing he moved to look out the window. Something hard and white was falling out there. Brrrr, on second thought maybe sleeping inside and on the bed WAS better. The cat, buried head and all, under the covers, popped his head out to check on the noise, then raised up to take a peek out the window. With a brrrriiit he pulled at the covers until their mistress raised them enough for him to vanish back out of sight. Studying the situation for a moment Major moved to situate himself behind her in the crook of her knees and lay down with his head on her hip. Maybe that would solve the cold feet problem. When she moved into his warmth he grinned to himself. Success . . . well, at least he thought it was for a short while, until she shifted and rolled over forcing him to find another spot and once again those icy nubs were under him. Sighing in surrender he settled on top of them and finally drifted off to sleep.

Acute hearing took in the sounds of the night and those sounds were added to his dreams. When the falling ice stopped he heard the rustle of the wind in the trees a little louder and imagined he could hear his pups suckling their mom. He sank a little deeper into sleep and was running across the mountain under trees that muted the light of the full moon. Ahead he could smell the hot scent of a deer, behind he could hear the soft padding of his b***h and their pups. The heat of the hunt took over as he led his pack on the hunt. His feet and nose twitching with the vividness of the dream. Ahead he heard water flowing and smelled it's damp scent. His pace increased , the white b***h at his side gave a hungry growl. Those new pups in the den were pulling at her and her appetite was insatiable, or so it seemed.

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The scent of fresh meat made her stomach growl. Taking her lead from the brown male ahead of her, Lady increased her speed. Fresh deer was going to taste wonderful tonight. The half grown pups behind her were doing well in controlling the urge to charge in yelping. She was proud of them. They were the key to survival. The one with a missing eye was running next to her, he didn't miss much that one. To see him floating across the ghostly landscape one would never guess he had only half of his sight.

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From the darkness the pack spread out across the clearing, forming a semicircle behind the fleeing deer. Each leap brought them closer to dinner. Major could hear the pounding of it's heart as he lunged in and bit through the tendons of the back legs. Now it was just a matter of time until his job was finished. As the deer slowed the pups took the lead and made their first kill. Blood spilled into the pristine white snow. Lady pushed the pups aside and took the liver for herself and the pups. She could feel her hunger diminish as she swallowed the hot blood ladened meat. Around her the older pups were pulling and growling for their share of the kill. Today they would be full and warm.

Jostled out of his dream by cold feet Major opened both eyes and sighed. It was time, time to push his mistress out of bed. Daylight was coming through the window, she had animals to feed, including himself and the black cat. Walking over the bed he peered at the blanket covering her head. Carefully he pulled at it with a paw until he could look into her face. The cat was there, curled up under her chin. It gave him a hard, disgusted look, then moved from under the covers.

She pulled the blanket back over her head and muttered those dreaded four words, “just five more minutes”. He shared a look with the cat, then lay down.

“Yeah right,” Goblin thought, “make ME the bad guy”.

He pawed at the covers and then when she lifted them dove under making sure to take as much cold air as possible in with him. Then he dove back out and hopped onto the side table making sure to knock over the heaviest book he could find. WAM! He looked at the dog and turned his head to the side. Surely THAT would get her up.

At her groan Major leapt off the bed and ran to the door. The bed gave a creak and then settled back into silence.

“Come back to bed Major”.

Disappointed he followed her command and gave the cat a helpless look. This was their morning routine. After the cat let more cold air under the covers he stuck his nose under and found the naked spot on her back with his nose. If he could have laughed he would have, as that nose brought a shriek. “I bet it's nearly as cold as her toes”, he thought, that gave him a bit of satisfaction as it was her cold toes that woke him out of his dream before he got to eat. Her hand pushed his nose away so he took it in his mouth and chewed on it a bit. “Not nearly as good as the deer in the dream would have been”, he thought.

Eventually they did get her out of bed, but then he had to wait for her to put her shoes on. “Boy, she sure is grouchy in the mornings” he thought as he always did while he was waiting with his legs crossed by the door. She headed to the small room. “Why do I have to wait for HER to pee before I can go out to pee?!” Finally she was ready and he dashed out the door stopping at each and every tree and shrub to lift a leg and re-mark his territory as he relieved himself. “Who says we can multi task he thought”.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Major's story is so eventful, his dreams and experiences are interesting and very well well observed, articulated, isn't he an intelligent being?

[Marie]

Very good animal perspective...I enjoyed this, since I have cats who sleep with me.

[Norma M Sutton]

Thank you. I have a cat that sleeps with me. I hadn't planned on Major sleeping on the bed, but he has managed to work his way there lol.

[Samuel Dickens]

Norma, I don't know of a single person more qualified than you to tell us what goes on inside the heads of critters, including their dreams.

[Norma M Sutton]

lol Thank you Sam . . . I think ;). I probably spend more time with them anyhow lol

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Is that what they chase when their feet move in their sleep? I always thought it was rabbits or cats...lol Interesting and fun read.

[Norma M Sutton]

lol Maybe not all of them, but Major is a larger fellow, he's blue heeler, collie and german shepherd :)