We have been out in the dark, walking around the dark streets of the place where the humans do this thing called work. I do not fully understand this principle.
MHM, as I will refer to my human master, watches me for signs. MHM cannot hear the things I can hear, cannot smell the things I can smell nor see the things I can see. Especially at night. This is my time.
Nearby I catch the breeze from the west, it carries the sweat of another human. I can hear panting as the human is clearly running. It is not unusual to hear running in the darkness. Perhaps the human is being stalked by another human, who knows ?
MHM looks at me and makes that familiar grunt. It seems that I have done something pleasing. I must investigate the sweat from the running human. We leave the hard surface surrounded by the large square boxes that hold the humans and seek cover of the nearby fauna, an ideal location for an ambush, the smell of the sweat from the running human is getting distant. Itis male, there is a strange smell along with the sweat, as if trying to disguise it, MHM tells me of tobacco but I do not understand this disguise. It does not work. We emerge from our ambush location and I hear the sounds from MHM’s wire that goes into his ear. The muffled sounds appear urgent as we begin to run to the south before turning west and I get another whiff of the sweat from the running human, he is close.
We seek more cover, another ambush perhaps. I can hear rustling but the over riding smell of fear within the aroma of sweat. This is prey, I hope the hunt continues. The voices from the cable in the ear of MHM seem confused, excited, there is a high state of arousal. The other humans are near, they are hunting too. I hope I get there first.
We come out from our place, from cover. Three of the humans MHM speaks to are close but they do not know how to hunt. They are yards away but they seem unaware that the prey is so close, how can this be.
MHM gets my by the side, shouts loud into the night. Why does this always happen ? I can do this without all this shouting. MHM is telling the prey I will come. This is not fair.
I am released and follow the smell for a short distance and bingo, I have found what I seek. I begin to shout at the sweaty human. I have been told I must shout, to let MHM know that I have found what we seek.
I shout at the sweaty male human that if he tries to kick me, punch me or run away from MHM and I, he is likely to suffer pain. I show him my teeth, they are impressive, even by my standards.
The human shows fear. This is not usual as humans are the masters. Never mind. I repeat my message and show him my teeth again and continue to shout. MHM joins me and we both shout at the sweaty human. There is a funny smell. This must be where he marks his territory. We are joined by some of MHM’s friends. They are pleased to have found the sweaty human. They take him away. MHM is pleased with me and tells me so.
Together we are a great team, MHM tells me that as well. Time to chase that ball again, but not before this.
I go to where the sweaty human left that funny smell.
I piss on it as well. It becomes part of my territory now.