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Eyes on the Prize-For Fyrrea

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There were so many delicious scents and tastes in the air, and oh man the new people he still needed to cuddle with and say hi to, was that the Big Bird that came once a year?

It was.

And not only the Big Bird but there was a tasty common bird too!

And a water bird? Yes. Totally a water bird too.

And they smelled delicious and just like a food version of the really comfy couch that the Cat stole and wouldn’t let him on anymore. Delicious and hard to get.

That Cat wasn’t going to get this birdbirdbird deliciousness while he was watching. Nope. Never.

The people were eating it! His heart was breaking as all the delicious smelling bird went into their mouths and no one paid attention to the poor starving dog. Starving for just the tiniest bite, or whole bird to slip over to his drooling muzzle.

The Cat was smirking at him.

Well. The moment they looked away.

It’s been hours! The dog lay in a miserable bird-denied heap on the floor while the humans had moved past the gate of doom and continued to eat the deliciousness’. Still ignoring the innocent dog fading away from hunger just outside the barrier of white than the Cat could jump over and sit atop, all while trying to smirk louder at the starving dog.

Starving. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten and there was all that lovely smelling
tasty smelling food right over that gate of impenetrableness.

The others had told him about this once, delicious food locked behind The Gate and the humans wasting it all. And not even the Bark of Power could make the people see reason and give it all to the brave dog.

He was distracted from visions of birdbirdbird in his dish by the Cat trying to steal a piece, of his bird the no good thief, and then water sprayed out of nowhere and the Cat went shrieking over the white stone.

Heh.

He could probably wait a bit longer for the food with the Cat’s complaints in the background.
Eventually though. They would leave the room. And he’d be right there.

And perhaps an hour or so later, when the tired humans stepped away from the remains of their Turduckin to wave away the last straggling family members, there came a great crash and muffled nose of frantic eating and choking down as much food as physically possible before the humans could rescue their leftovers.

This is for Loki, my own dog who passed just over a year ago who I pictured as the speaker and for :iconfyrrea: and her dog Nugat that just past on. Loki was a golden and Nugat was a Labrador. When I wrote to her I mentioned that I always have/do call labs “labrahoovers” cause they eat everything. And she replied that she calls them Zebrador, a Polish word that translates as “beggrador” for the same reason. And so this was born, even if Nugat wasn’t a “grubador” and Loki totally was (at 13o~ pounds)

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btw I'll tell you something - I'm going to adopt a new furfriend soon! olx.pl/oferta/cudowna-suczka-o… Look at this cutie :) She's four and she was beaten by her previous owner - but she's not agressive. We'll gonna give her much love and patience to help her forget about traumatic past :)