[ WP ] A dog which can travel through time who possesses the ability to speak but only to him self . humans only hear him bark .

We drove past tree after tree. I remember the smells clearly. He had lit a cigarette and the windows were rolled up, the mid-Winter chill hardly held back by the cars dodgy heater. Every so often he would glance back at me, his eyes glazed. Jealousy. Envy. Fear. I could smell all of it on him, past every pour on his face. His hooked nose dripped with sweat. `` Where are we going?'' I barked. 
 
 He did n't answer. I gnawed on a bone in the back seat. I sat up and watched the scenery roll by. I barked again, this one just a cry for attention. `` Shut the fuck up,'' he threw a half-filled bottle of water at me and I staggered away as it bounced off my hip. The cap popped and the contents spilled across the seat. 
 
 I sniffed and growled at the smell. `` You insult me to my face, Alexander? You mark your territory like I'm some bitch.'' I bark again and he hits the steering wheel hard. 
 
 `` You fucking dog,'' Alexander's anger is something to note. He does not stop once he is started. It builds up inside of him like a volcano, but he never stops erupting. He will stop and simmer for days, weeks, maybe even months. But he will explode again and the full force of his anger will come out. Those fists of his, curled to hurt, thumbs prone for grabbing at my furry flesh. 
 
 The first time I saw him like this was a few years back after they cut his research funding - he sucker punched me in the snout and left the wall to the kitchen in much worse shape. `` You're a fucking waste,'' he yelled at me. I tried to apologize for whatever I had done, but all that came out was a whiny bark. His experiment had given me sentience but it could not give me the power to speak the words that mankind had taken millions of years to form. 
 
 Though his funding was cut, he moved on. His new love is foreign to me. Space and time are well beyond the means of a simple canine and though I claim to be proficient with numbers and letters, Alexander will always remain my superior in the fields of science. If you could call this science. 
 
 He came to a stop in a clearing and pulled up slowly. `` We'll test it here,'' he commanded. Alexander had already lit another cigarette, his eyes scanning the horizon. Not a living soul could see what was going to happen here today and the revolver in the glove box would make sure that any accidents would be taken care of. Alexander slid it into his pants and got out of the car. 
 
 He left me there for nearly an hour, setting up, testing, and preparing. There was a certain fluidity in his movements. When he worked, he was graceful. He was n't the normal awkward, clunky primate that he normally was. He was a swan, a hawk, a dove. 
 
 I often wonder why birds are always the examples of a skilled person. Dogs are fairly clever, our noses are as sharp as a bird's eyes. The only real power they have over us is flight. But look at me, I can think. Find me a pigeon who can play Sudoku and I'll admit defeat, but until then, give the rest of the Animal Kingdom the respect they deserve. 
 
 My door opened and I ran out onto the fresh, powder white snow. `` Come here, boy,'' Alexander called me over in that soft tone he used to use on me. I ran over and embraced his warmth, the way his hands scratched at my back. My tongue lulled out of my mouth and I barked with approval. `` Put this on, alright?'' 
 
 He secured something around my neck. A box with a thick leather strap. I always hated collars. Conventional slavery, I say. `` Go fetch, boy,'' he threw a ball into the forests and I ran after it. Animal instinct always prevails over common sense. It is the saddest factor of my new life. 
 
 And then suddenly I was n't running through trees, but I was running down a hill. There was no ball, only the dead body of a soldier laying face down in the dirt. `` Alexander,'' I barked. His smell was gone. But not just his. *All* smells were gone. It was all new to me, all foreign. Men in green. Helmets on their heads, guns in their hands. This was war. I had seen it on Alexander's television, movies at least. 
 
 `` Is that a dog, lieutenant?'' a soldier was perplexed. 
 
 `` I'll be damned, come'mere boy,'' the man hailed me over and I obliged. `` This ai n't no place for you. We're at war,'' he petted me behind the ears in a way that Alexander never did. 
 
 `` It's a German Shepard,'' laughed the lesser soldier. `` Does that make it our enemy?'' 
 
 `` Unless he's got a SS uniform on, he's fine in my book. Get packed up boys, we're only a days trip to France. And look here, we got us a new traveling companion!'' the lieutenant presented me to his men and I realized then and there, that I did n't miss Alexander as much as I thought I was going to. 

