someone was shaking me… it wasn’t the hard, rough shake of Graham, nor the sweet gentle touch of his mother.
“cmon, dog, wake up”
I opened my eyes to see a man kneeling over me with a rough smile across his face.
“Denise always knew i loved Jack Russells. Got a name, buddy?”
He lifted my head and looked at the brace around my neck.
“Nice collar. Jack? It fits ya”
He patted my back and got up.
“cmon, boy, ya wanna play some ball?”
Oh boy…
What is it with humans? They seem to think we’re desperate enough to actually chase a ball for joy… I knew some poor chaps who got bored enough to go for it, but i see no pleasure in it… just mindless work if you ask me. He looked at me awkwardly.
“No ball? Ok, lets go for a walk.”
Now that i could enjoy. A day away from The Thing would calm my nerves, so i jumped up, wagging my tail for good measure. I heard “It” stiring upstairs, and broke into a dash toward to the door. I clawed at like my life depended on it.
“ok, boy, hold on!”
finally…