The old dog lay in the warmth near the fireplace. He knew his master would be home soon. He could feel it. His master was more than just his master. He was the leader of their pack of two, but didn't act like it. The master never ate first, and the master sometimes lay on the floor with his front facing upwards, and the dog would stand over him, feeling powerful, until he realized that for humans that was not a submissive posture. The master didn't ever show his authority, except for a few times when the dog had been younger and full of energy: when the dog had jumped up on the master, and when the dog had growled at the master for interrupti