May 4, 2018 | Posted in WooFPAK Heroes
At night, Chase dreams of the Youghiogheny River Lake.
He is standing in the middle of a town. There are people around him, happy but unaware. A massive wave has risen up behind them, topped with white foam, waters faceted and catching the light of the sun. A great shadow is cast about the town.
“Get out,” wails Chase. He runs about, trying to warn the humans of their impending doom, but they don’t acknowledge him at all.
The people don’t acknowledge the wave, either.
They just move about, blissful, until the water crashes back down upon them.
Chase wakes up on the middle bench seat of the Jumbo Jet, panting. The other husky dogs are giving him strange, concerned looks.
“What’s wrong?” Zarro lays down close to his friend. “You look really upset over something.”
“Bad dream,” pants Chase. He pushes up onto his haunches, looking out the window. Much to his dismay, the Youghiogheny River Lake is still out there, perfectly within distance. “I thought we were leaving?”
From the back seat, Princess explains, “WooFDriver went to go and get directions.”
Chase whines. “What about his phone? He usually uses his phone! Chris usually uses his phone?”
In the very front bench seat, Jag wags his tail. It thumps noisily against the fake leather seat. “We’re not leaving today. He wants to go through a forest that’s really close by here tonight. Just for a few hours, since we haven’t done a night run in a little bit.”
“What?” Chase jumps into a full standing position so fast that he slips and nearly falls off the seat. Scrambling, Chase spins around, hooking his front legs over the back of the seat and craning his neck to get a better look at Jag. “You’re joking, right? Of course you’re joking! He was literally just saying that he wanted to get back on track and – and – “
“And I guess he changed his mind,” says Princess, from her place on the back bench seat. She’s stretched out, her maw resting against her paws. There are dried leaves stuck in the fur on the side of her face. “I thought you would have wanted to go on a run. You’re usually always up for a run. Especially at night.”
“Usually,” whines Chase, dropping back onto his own bench seat. He flops back down and covers his muzzle with one paw. There’s still mud caked to it from their earlier trek near the edge of the waters. “I just…really wanted to see the rest of this trail.”
The rest of the WooFPAK don’t look convinced by his words. Really, though, Chase can’t be bothered to try and change their minds.
Katelynn E Koontz – Author