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Here’s my dog’s next part

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Pasha padded down the alleyway. His paws hurt and were sluffing away with. He whined. He hadn’t seen any food. He sniffed again. Nope. Still nothing.

Well, one smell was new. The boy was walking before him. Pasha sniffed him. He smelled sweaty, afraid. The dog could understand that. But didn’t his master know that he had a dog to protect him? Pasha would never let anyone so much as touch his new master, unless, of course, his master said it was fine. Direction was good. Commands let him ignore the way his stomach hissed and gurgled like a cat on catnip.

He’d found a good master. But, very different from his last master. This one could give commands much faster, and he took the time to just talk. Actually, he hadn’t given any commands yet. Strange, he obviously knew how.

His last master had tried to bond with him, but he’d been to busy. Too busy saving other people to let Pasha save him. Where had he gone? Pasha had searched everywhere for him, but the only thing that smelled even a little like him was Pasha himself. Pasha whimpered. He didn’t know what to do. This was too much for a dog. This was a problem for a master. Except the problem was the master.

The boy didn’t turn to look at Pasha. The dog had noticed that the boy didn’t seem to listen very closely. That was dangerous. Pasha took it upon himself to listen for the boy, for his new master.

He pricked his ears, making sure no one was around. They’d come close to someone before and had run away. Everyone seemed to be a threat, even that girl his master had met right after Pasha first saw him was dangerous. She smelled clean. Nothing in the city was clean, except that girl. She was different, so she was dangerous. That was what he’d been taught.

A screech pierced Pasha’s ears. It was faint, too quiet for even a human who listened to pick up on. But Pasha heard. Someone had entered the alley.

Pasha trotted to catch up to his master. He touched his dry nose to his hand to get his attention.

The boy looked down.

Pasha pointed in the direction of the noise. Yes, his master saw the man in time. But he didn’t do anything. Wasn’t this man dangerous too? His master pet his head. He raised his hands to sign. Pasha was ready. What did he need to do?

Good boy? That was it? His new master just praised him, but Pasha knew how to do so much more. He hadn’t even had to search out the noise.
The boy started walking again. Well, who was Pasha to complain if he didn’t have to work so hard. Now if only his new master would feed him.