hounddog905
03-01-2015, 01:09 PM
It feels like an eternity. I figure it has to be at least seven or eight hours. What is taking them so long? It is so unlike them to be gone for this length of time. Usually, if they do have to go out, it is never more than two or three hours max. But today is different, and I’m very confused by their long absence.
After eating my lunch a few hours earlier, I slipped into a deep slumber, but now I am fully awake. A good sleep always makes me alert, energetic to the point that I am beginning to feel restless. Although the window in my room is too high for me to look out, I can tell that the light is starting to fade which means late afternoon is quickly approaching. It also means dinner time is coming up and I ‘m getting hungry again. A bathroom break would be nice too. Luckily, I still have a bit of water left over from lunch. I will have to slurp it sparingly to make it last. But all the while, the same thoughts keep nagging me. Where are they? Have they forgotten about me? What if something happened to them? If so, what will happen to me? Who will find me here? I could easily starve to death. It could take days –perhaps weeks - before someone finds me here.
Then, I think to myself – maybe if I holler loud enough, the neighbors will hear me. But if they don’t have a key to the house, what good will that do me? Whining isn’t going to help either. I learned a long time ago there is no point whining if there is no one to hear you.
Another half hour passes and my anxiety turns to anger. They have some nerve leaving me cooped up in my room for so many hours. How inconsiderate of them. And now I need to pee badly. Stupid people, how long do they think I can hold it in?
More time passes and my room is now completely dark. As I sit alone in the void of darkness, I feel so helpless. My anger starts to fade only to be replaced by feelings of sadness and despair. I feel abandoned and can’t stop thinking about what will happen to me if they never come home.
My eyes are starting to feel heavy. I find myself repeatedly yawning .
I don’t know if it’s due to stress or boredom, but I start feeling sleepy again, maybe I should lie down and snooze again or… maybe…
Wait -- that noise!
I know that sound familiar sound, it’s the metallic screech of the garage door opening. Are they finally home? With anticipation, I quickly jump to my feet. I hear the thump of a car door slamming followed by muffled voices coming from inside the garage. Next, there is the sound of a key clicking in the lock. I catch a whiff of a familiar scent and hear the stomping of footsteps that are getting louder and louder.
In an instant, the door to my room swings open. The sudden light stings my eyes for a second or two but then I hear that familiar high-pitched, baby-talk voice.
“There’s my good boy. Oh poochie, we’re so sorry we’re late, Papa had to take Mama to the hospital for some tests.”
Mama squats down beside me, her fragrance fills the air. She holds me close and gently strokes my ears and the base of my neck. She is so gentle and it feels sooo good.
“Have you been a good boy all day?”
Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a Milk Bone….ohhh yes, my favvvvorite… and naturally I eagerly accept it.
“Poochie, wanna go for a walk with Mama?”
Mama, seriously, you need to ask that? Can’t you see my tail wagging and hear me panting? I am so overjoyed I feel like I’m going to burst at the seams with excitement.
Life is good again.
After eating my lunch a few hours earlier, I slipped into a deep slumber, but now I am fully awake. A good sleep always makes me alert, energetic to the point that I am beginning to feel restless. Although the window in my room is too high for me to look out, I can tell that the light is starting to fade which means late afternoon is quickly approaching. It also means dinner time is coming up and I ‘m getting hungry again. A bathroom break would be nice too. Luckily, I still have a bit of water left over from lunch. I will have to slurp it sparingly to make it last. But all the while, the same thoughts keep nagging me. Where are they? Have they forgotten about me? What if something happened to them? If so, what will happen to me? Who will find me here? I could easily starve to death. It could take days –perhaps weeks - before someone finds me here.
Then, I think to myself – maybe if I holler loud enough, the neighbors will hear me. But if they don’t have a key to the house, what good will that do me? Whining isn’t going to help either. I learned a long time ago there is no point whining if there is no one to hear you.
Another half hour passes and my anxiety turns to anger. They have some nerve leaving me cooped up in my room for so many hours. How inconsiderate of them. And now I need to pee badly. Stupid people, how long do they think I can hold it in?
More time passes and my room is now completely dark. As I sit alone in the void of darkness, I feel so helpless. My anger starts to fade only to be replaced by feelings of sadness and despair. I feel abandoned and can’t stop thinking about what will happen to me if they never come home.
My eyes are starting to feel heavy. I find myself repeatedly yawning .
I don’t know if it’s due to stress or boredom, but I start feeling sleepy again, maybe I should lie down and snooze again or… maybe…
Wait -- that noise!
I know that sound familiar sound, it’s the metallic screech of the garage door opening. Are they finally home? With anticipation, I quickly jump to my feet. I hear the thump of a car door slamming followed by muffled voices coming from inside the garage. Next, there is the sound of a key clicking in the lock. I catch a whiff of a familiar scent and hear the stomping of footsteps that are getting louder and louder.
In an instant, the door to my room swings open. The sudden light stings my eyes for a second or two but then I hear that familiar high-pitched, baby-talk voice.
“There’s my good boy. Oh poochie, we’re so sorry we’re late, Papa had to take Mama to the hospital for some tests.”
Mama squats down beside me, her fragrance fills the air. She holds me close and gently strokes my ears and the base of my neck. She is so gentle and it feels sooo good.
“Have you been a good boy all day?”
Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a Milk Bone….ohhh yes, my favvvvorite… and naturally I eagerly accept it.
“Poochie, wanna go for a walk with Mama?”
Mama, seriously, you need to ask that? Can’t you see my tail wagging and hear me panting? I am so overjoyed I feel like I’m going to burst at the seams with excitement.
Life is good again.