I tend to have a nasty habit of putting too much of myself into my human characters anyway. 
If I had a dog I'd probably get a second because I like dogs so much. }I woke up the next morning to the annoying sound of a literal cat fight outside my pet's house. Kyra was sound asleep, not much phased her once she actually fell asleep. I growled under my breath in anger, the one thing that I hated the most was having my sleep being rudely interrupted. I got up from my lovely comfortable dog bed and went out through the doggy door that my pet had installed in the door. I padded outside and looked about angrily for the cats whom I was about to teach a lesson for crossing onto my turf and then staging a fight whilst inside it. I saw a pure black tom cat with ghostly pastel-ish green eyes and a gray tabby tom battling it out near my dog house, which my pet only sentenced me to when I was being bad, but I still didn't like how close they were to it. I barked at them to break it up. They stopped their little fight and looked at me, then ran off lickety split. "And don't come back!" I barked after them, nodding my head in satisfaction. Satisfied that I had done my job and successfully chased off the intruders, I then returned into the house and returned to my doggy bed next to my pet's own bed. I fell back to sleep quickly, 'cause that's how I tend to roll after having been rudely awakened too early for my liking.
