[ WP ] In the canine world , humans are celestial beings who live for more than 500 years at a time . The caretaker of you and the past seven generations of your family will die soon .

I'm a Good Boy. Everyone tells me so. That's why my person loves me so much and keeps me around. My mum must have been a Good Girl too, because he looked after her. And her mum. And all the other dogs here. My person is a Good Boy too. He looks after us all. Small-Three-Leg, Old-One-eye, Soft-Fur, and me. They call me Loud-Bark. But our person calls us all different names. He calls me Max. I like that name the best. 
 
 I do n't know my person's name. Their language is a secret. I only know a few words. My favourites are''walkies'',''ball'' and''dinner''. But my *most favourite* is''Good Boy''. 
 
 I'm a Good Boy. 
 
 
 My person is n't here right now and I'm worried. Last night other people came and took him away. They were angry people, pointing their loud sticks and shouting. Normally people are the best. I do n't like those people. Old-One-Eye growled at them but my person told us to''stay''. So we did. We watched him go. Now the sun's up and he's still gone. Small-Three-Leg thinks we should go find him, Small-Three-Leg is the bravest. So we're going to go find our person. Old-One-Eye has opened a hole in the fence. Old-One-Eye is big and strong. He thinks these people smell like the people who made him One-Eye. He does not like these people. 
 
 We move quickly. Soft-Fur is following the scent my person cleverly left for us. My person is smart, and Soft-Fur is the best tracker in the world. There are people everywhere. Shouting, crying. Some of them have the loud sticks. They are shouting loudest of all. Soft-Fur thinks they are herding people, like she used to do with sheep before she came to us. 
 
 These people are not Good Boys. 
 
 We see more dogs, they are eating together. They see us and growl. They do not want to share their food. But we do n't want to eat it. It's a *person*! A small person. A *person puppy*! They are not Good Boys. 
 
 
 They step forward, tails up, ears forward. Growling. They want to fight. But Old-One-Eye steps forward too. He's the strongest dog in the world. They know he will beat them, so they go away. 
 
 We walk for the whole day. It's dark now, but Soft-Fur says she can smell our person, so we do n't stop. Not for sticks, not for balls, not for food. We walk through field and forest, we cross the river. We are walking to where the loud sticks are noisiest. Even Small-Three-Leg seems afraid. 
 
 We find our person. He's lying down in the grass, his breathing is shallow. We can smell his blood. He is hurt. He is dying. But he sees us and his face lights up. He is happy to see us. He hugs us all and calls us Good Boys and Girls. Our tails wag and we lick him all over. He talks for a while and clutches at his bead toy that we ca n't touch. Soon after, he is dead. We stay with him, there's nothing else to do. He is our person. We will stay with him. His last words to me were my favourite. He called me''Good Boy'' 
 
 I'm a Good Boy. 
 
 The sun comes up, and we see more people. Soft-Fur smells them first. They smell like anger. They smell like fighting. Then we smell something else. They smell like our person. These are the ones that took him. These three are the ones that hurt him. They killed our person. 
 
 Small-Three-Leg runs towards them, snarling and barking. They pick him up as he growls and bites. They laugh. Small-Three-Leg is the bravest dog in the world. But he is still small. 
 
 Old-One-Eye is not small. Before they have time to point their loud sticks, Old-One-Eye pins one to the floor, tearing at his face. He screams. Soft Fur jumps at the other, latching on to his throat. He does not have time to scream. There is one more. He is holding Small-Three-Leg and runs away. 
 
 My person taught me not to hurt the other people. It's not what Good Boys do. 
 
 I'm a Good Boy. But I chase him anyway. I catch his leg and bring him to the floor. He cries as Small-Three-Leg bites at his fingers. I will kill this person for taking my person. I'm sure my person would want that. These people are not Good Boys, they deserve this he'd say. 
 
 He'd call me a Good Boy. And I am. 
 
 I am a Good Boy.
