I am sitting here, near the curb, patient as can be. I know that it will not be long til he comes for me. The door is opening-who is that? Nope, he's not the one. I really hope he comes for me before the day is done.
Whose hand is that? Let me see-I don't think I know you. But pats are always welcome even if you smell brand new. That's nice but I'm busy now. I'm sure you get it, M'aam. Sitting, waiting patiently-What a good boy I am!
Is that him? No someone else-he has been gone so long! So much time has passed since then-I don't think I am wrong. An hour or two? Maybe a week? Is he ever coming back? What should I do if he's gone for good? I did not even pack!
I'm unprepared to be on my own! Where's the nice girl with the pats? I'd miss so much, fetch and treats. I'd even miss the cats! Bellyrubs, I'd miss the most, and my favorite toy. What if he disappeared because he found a new good boy?
Oh despair! I'm left alone to live out on the streets! Has there ever been a sadder pup, deserving of some treats? I've been good, I've always tried-what harm did I cause? Was it whining during thunderstorms, or having dirty paws?
Did I bark too much, or chew his shoes, or beg too much for food? Was it all my hair, my need for walks? I don't mean to be rude. I guess I should begin to plan, to decide what I need most- Step one is to chew through this leash that ties me to this post.
And then I will, wait who is that? It's my dear old pop! He came back! He's here for me! He's finished in the shop!
I knew it! Didn't I say so? I was calm beyond compare! Five minutes you say that you've been gone? I was completely unaware...