Asleep. The rabbit runs around and around, and I’m going to catch it. My paws are fire, and I’m like the wind. Too fast to be outrun by a floppy-eared little nuisance. I got him, and he knows it! Tag. Your it.
I jump up! Yelling, I tell the noisy invader to go away. This is my turf. The bunny is gone, the chase is over. I’m in my bed, and someone is here that doesn’t belong. I tell them, go away, this is my pack’s space. Go away. Go away. I’ll fight you. Bites are coming.
I look around. My people are on the couch. They aren’t barking. They are saying something to me. I can’t understand, but they are saying it softly, and they are calm. I think they are thanking me. I lay back down. This bed is soft. There’s that rabbit again.