What’s going on? He has a coat on. He never wears a coat. He went to his shed, but didn’t wait for me. He had not given me my breakfast or even greeted me. How could he not notice me? He is picking up a bag. That is not the one they bring on my walks!
Now Joanna is putting her jacket on. She is grabbing the keys. But she has not put my collar on. Or my harness. I’m on the wrong side of the gate. They have shut the front door.
Wait a minute. I know, that noise. That’s my car! They are driving off in my car. Without me! What did I do to deserve this?
But they have left the kitchen door open. That is odd. She has left me to wonder in and out. Someone is coming down the stairs.
Oh, its herself. Well beggars can’t be choosers. At least she appears as if she might feed me. Perhaps if I sit like a statue with my widest eyes, she may even be convinced to take me for a walk.
Not as fun as Joanna of course. I love our morning wrestling match, whilst she puts on my harness.
I have to sit still for herself though. Sadly it is the only way to get her to pet my ears. It’s awful what us dogs are reduced to.
