Dog Food

Hard prompt! Don’t know if I would have thought of anything without the live-in-the-moment attitude of animals.

Tragedy of the Lemon Drops
Taak Hade was a light sleeper, as any species that evolved alongside dragons tends to be. Instincts that would have alerted his ancestors to a predator snooping around the den snapped him to full alertness. He threw the bedcovers off and propped himself up, eyes on the window cracked open to offer a cool night breeze.
The body poking halfway through the window shared nothing in common with ancestral threats aside from the yellow glow of large eyes. The male ghoul smelled of garbage, dirt, and that muskiness which clung to Taak’s body no matter how often he bathed. The intruder stretched out his neck to sniff at Taak’s writing desk, and then hopped inside.
Taak wrinkled his nose in indignation. He recognized the intruder’s scent- a young troublemaker named Meep. Based on the fresh scratches crossing his face, not much had changed since Taak saw him harass people at the Ghoul’s Meeting. Taak made a snap decision to take care of this without waking Mother and Fathe HyperesthesiaShe’s not a princess, but her brain thinks she is. It feels peas everywhere. Peas in her cloths, her ears, her head. Prince not included. NeighborsNew dogs in that yard!
Charge the fence! Fluff spine! Leave now!
Why doesn’t this work? I Prefer ConcreteWarm fluffy blankets
A perfect gift for canines
Dumped in water bowl CaterpillarsHairy traveler
fortune seeking indoors. Does
concrete sprout leaves? Squish. Four MysteriesThree mysteries I ponder,
   four which blow my mind:
the face of God,
   the song of angels,
the turning of the Earth,
   and that one sock left on the side of the road.