A short story from a different Point of View. One is that dogs (the protagonist in the story) are not completely colour blind, while they do not see the range humans do, can can see some colour. Secondly the term bitch in this context as spoken by Rusty is not meant as a derogatory term. When the term is used derogatorally it is generally by the supporting characters.
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My name is Rusty and my best friend is John. His bitch is Jane but he calls her 'Dear' or 'Sweetums'. He never called her 'bitch' until recently and I am trying to find out why.
I have lived with John and Jane since I was removed from my mum a long time ago. I do not know exactly how long but I think is was three or maybe four pine tree events ago. It seems every cold season they put up a pine tree indoors and put shiny things on it. First time I thought they did it for me to mark my territory like they mark their territory in that small room next to where they sleep but John was very cross when I started to make my mark and swatted me on the nose with a paper cylinder. I trust John so I never tried it again. There are plenty trees outside anyway.
At about the second tree event John got very excited with Jane and picked her up and hugged her very close. When someone would visit he would excitedly talk to them and Jane's name would be said much more often, he would point at her belly and he would rub it. Jane was also happy to have this attention. John does not rub my belly since I was no longer a pup but he does scratch me behind the ears and rub my back often, I love John. Some time after the tree event Jane's belly started to swell and I understood she was going to have a litter. This excited me and I realised that I needed to step up and protect the family from outside threats.
Jane threw her litter during the hot season and unfortunately there was only a single pup but it was a male or boy as John often said. Jane did not birth at home in their nest but away from the house. I don't know why, but John did show the boy to me when they brought him home. Jake they called him. John would let me play with the new pup but only carefully as it seemed that he was crippled as the pup did not walk on either four or two legs like John and Jane. When John was around I would sniff Jake and gently lay next to him and Jake would make little soothing noises. I like Jake and was determined to protect him. If John was not around Jane would make me stay away from Jake often putting me outside while making angry noises at me.