Chapter 2

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          I established the routine that I did everyday except for 2 days where the man and woman stayed home and played with me. They were called weekends and I looked forward to them every week. Every weekday, I would stay home all alone for many hours until they came home stressed. Then I would go lick their faces until I sensed that their tension went away.

          One day, morning the woman and man said bye to me like they did every morning. But today was different. They gave me tons of food. I mean, I wan't complaining, I just found it odd.

          After my third nap of the day, like always I would sit and wait at the door until a couple minutes later they came in. But today they never came in. I kept sitting there for about an hour. I was getting worried. I barked. I was mad that I was only a little puppy and my barks were weak and quiet. I whimpered and cried. I stopped sitting and went to sleep. Maybe this was all a dream.

          I woke up a couple hours late, hoping they would be home. It was getting dark, and they were still not home. I paced around in a circle until I realized, 'what if they left me?' I then knew they must've since they left a bunch of food out for me. If this is a game then I certainly didn't like it.

          The next day, they still werent home. I was getting more and more worried. Every hour I would look out the window to see if their car would pull up the driveway. But it never did.

          A couple days later they finally came home. I was so happy my tail was wagging like crazy. As the door opened, something was wrong. They had brought home a baby. "Carolina, this is baby Ashley!"

         At that second, I knew I loved Ashley. She was very tiny, like me. She made it easy to look at, compared to the man and woman which made my neck hurt every time I would look up at them.

          Playing with Ashley was very fun. She would often cry, but then I would lick her bald head and then she would laugh. I felt as if I was responsible to her. I had to protect her. She was my baby as well, and I loved her very much. Some days, I would crawl next to her and sleep next to her. Although I was very, very tiny, and not as big as other protection dogs, I still had a tiny baby to protect.

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