Cerberus’ eyes follow the footfalls of the lady that Master let’s in. He bites back the growl that threatens to slip free and instead lets his expressive eyes convey his disdain for this last night visitor. Once they are out of sight he realese a heavy sigh needing to expel some of tension that came upon seeing who the visitor was. Needing to work put some frustration Cerberus stretches over and grabs his favorite bone. As he chews his mind begins to ponder it all .
Cerberus’ inner mussings:
He cares for me and others well but not self.
When warn him about the bad things makes me bad boy.
That lady that smells like musk and flowers she is a bad thing.
Master likes to fix things but somethings don’t heal right.
Lady makes me think of cat next door.
Looks nice and fun from far away but get close and it is mean and hurts!
I think Master thinks her like Corden Bleu but Corden Bleu doesn’t hurt Master like lady does.
I want to bark and chase her out but be bad dog if do.
Must lay and wait be on best guard.
Wish Master would help other lady that smells like honey and sunshine.
She is sad but cares lots like Master.
Honey lady no tell on me.
She calls me her good boy when protect.
Gives yummy sandwich reward too!
Hope Master sees honey lady again.
Why he do things that hurt?
Yawns letting the bone fall from between his paws halving relaxed enough to feel the tug of sleep on his senses. He quickly shakes his head to snap himself out of the drowsiness.
Nuff thinking must focus! Wait and guard for Master. Be good boy! Protect pack!