I awaken to the smell of treats filling my nostrils, the aroma driving my tail to wag involuntarily. I can already tell today will be a great day- he never wakes me up like this. Usually I have to lick his face until he gets up, but it's okay, I love him anyway. Even if he is lazy. Humans are lazy, I've noticed. Sometimes I see one running and excitement takes over and I make a lot of noise and knock things over, but it's just because I want to play. I never understand why he tells me to stop, I'm just happy. There are so many things to be happy about like walks and treats but sometimes he still gets sad and I want to make him happy. He doesn't know that I understand, but I do.
Oh yeah- treats!
I push myself up from my bed and take the treat from between his fingers. He does that thing humans do where they squint their eyes and show their teeth, which I've learned means they're happy and takes another one out of the bag. Sometimes he likes to trick me and hide things in the treats, like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. That tasted really bad. He puts the bag of treats away and goes into the hall for a second (even though it feels like forever. I don't like it when he's gone) and comes back with my collar and my leash. I know this means I'm going out and my tail starts to wag again and I try to run to him but it hurts too much so I just walk. This makes him sad I can tell but I just can't. I'm sorry. He places the collar around my neck and the shiny thing on it catches my eye. I don't like the shiny thing because no matter how hard I try I can never catch it. It's just too fast. I'll get it one day. I will.
He takes his big stick that he likes out of the big drawer that I can't reach and brings me out to the car. He puts my favourite blanket on the seat beside him and lets me sit in the front. I'm usually not allowed to sit there but today is a good day so he's letting me. I hop in and lay down on the seat. He gets into the other side and he seems sad again. I ask him why but he doesn't answer me so I just put my head on his lap. I think he just needs a hug. I love hugs. He pats my head and then the car starts to move. When I was really small the car used to scare me a lot and sometimes I'd make a mess on the back seat but now that I'm big I'm not scared at all. Okay maybe just a little bit but still, it's better now.
He opens the window for me and I take my head off his lap for a bit to look outside. I can smell so many different things all at once like food and dogs and people and dogs and food and sometimes I can smell a squirrel, but not very often. The window closes again and I sit the way I was before. He touches something on the shiny box in the middle of the car and sound comes out of the sides. He likes the sounds and I know because it's always the same. They make him happy.
The car stops after a really long time and I look out the window and man, this is a really good day. I can see so many different dogs of all shapes and sizes and shades of grey. I love it here because I can play with and talk to them while my owner plays with and talks to people like him. When we get in to the park he takes off my collar and I get so excited that I try to run again but it hurts. That's okay, I can walk and play. A really big dog comes over and sniffs my leg to see if I'm okay and I tell him that I am and he starts to play with me. It hurts a little bit but the other dog understands and doesn't chase me too much. My person seems happier now, and that makes me happy.
I can see him talking to the other people far away where we came in and they all seem to be squinting their eyes and showing their teeth so I know that they're all happy too. Except one because her dog did something wrong. I wish I could run like the other dogs, that would make me happy.
I'm really tired so I sit down on the grass for a minute and take a rest, but only a short one because I'm not finished playing. I think my person is though because he's putting my leash back on and walking me to the gate again. As we leave I say goodbye to everyone, and we both get into the car. I put my head on his lap again and we start moving. I hope we go somewhere else nice, but I need to sleep. I'm going to sleep.
