Taking Back The Pack

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Day 324

Terror. Messages. Shaken. I awoke this morning feeling hopeful at the new coming day. The sun was waving hello to me in the form of streaming sunshine in the window. As my eyes adjusted to the wondrous morning, the fuzziness was to much to bear so I began the search for my glasses. Searching high and low I finally found the lost eye wear. The beast had left them hidden enough for a search, but visible enough to send a clear message. He would have no more. I nearly choked with tears looking at my fallen spectacles. The monster had torn through the once clear lenses, leaving the glasses dismembered in multiple ways. This act of terror has left me blind and shaken. I can no longer see the immediate in front of me, as well as he future. How long does the war have to rave on? Over a year has passed and few progress has been made. Couch cushions, glasses, and many socks have been lost in these Alpha wars. I have a heavy heart and blind eyes as I close down the horrendous day. I shall fall asleep dreaming of the day where mankind and beast can live in the world harmoniously. Tonight I dream, but tomorrow we fight.

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Day 298

Screaming. Insanity. Crashing. 

Time has passed, for the longest time to terror remained stagnant. The situation in the pack was at a plateau, where neither foe or myself tried to conquer the pack again. I suppose this time period was the opprotunity for full pack back plotting, however I had grown tolerant of the beasts ways. Sure there were bad days where his marbled eyes locked my blue ones in a battle of wits and stature, but there were also days with cuddles and love. I should have not underestimated the 20 pound monster for he plotted his pounce on the pack and almost, almost won. 

Scraaaaattttccchhhhhhhh. Scrrrrraaatttchhhhhh. He strung his nails across the large window panes demanding to be let out to howl at the nothingness that surrounded the house. My refusal only fueled the soon to be wild fire that roared through the house. He ran to me with hate in his veins and in his voice, barking his high pitched bark that curdled blood. Having been overthrown to much I roared and I raged back at him saying, “Do not talk back to me you savage ignorant dog! I am the pack leader me!” He was having none of this, standing as tall as his short legs would allow him he stared into my soul and sought to bring me burning to the ground. Before I knew what was happening, I heard the powerful word ringing through my ears and sending just enough fear into his body. “SIT!” I screamed with steam pouring out of my ears and my face heating red. He reluctantly sat. 

This battle was won, but I fear for the war. This is the start of another dark era upon the household. How will I ensure that we lose no more couch cushions to the pack battles? What about my dear, sweet, innocent Maya? How will she sustain her princess like manner when the castle is in flames? Tonight I will sleep with a heavy heart and a restless mind, this is only the beginning.

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Day 3

Calm. Change. Waiting. With a fierce voice and fire in my eyes I yelled at the beast “SIT!” Two slow seconds ticked by and then, then he gazed at me with challenge and hesitation lurking in the deep marbles shades of his eyes, then he sat. Stunned by the good I reacted slow but gave praise for the dog obeyed. Today he was not the spawn of Satan. Today he was a misguided puppy who finally obeyed. Today was the start… The start of something new. The start of taking back the pack.

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Day 2

Destruction. Havoc. Terror. Loss. 

Beau knows my intentions, that I have begun challenging his Alpha status and plan to take the pack back. Maya shivers and shakes as the Alpha battles begin, forcing the home to spiral into chaos. I fear for the soft brown beautiful couches I cherish so much. They lost one of their own today, a cushion fallen to the Alpha wars. 

Rest In Peace dear cushion. One day your loss will be for the greater good, we honor your life and time with us and continue to thank you for your service. 

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Red eyes because of the flash? Or because of the fire in his soul? 

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Day 1

Evil. Fire. Hatred. Alpha. 

I walk quietly to the window, soft footsteps in order to be unnoticed. As soon as I quietly pried the shades apart his marbled eyes glared back at me with all the harsh words he could not say. He knew I had begun watching him with diligence.

I no longer knew what I saw when I looked at him. Where once love and harmony coincided perfectly together a dark new depth resided instead. I had no longer a doubt in my mind, my dog sold his soul to the devil. 

How do I take the pack back?