The buzzing, a stirring. Famished, I rouse him.
“Wake up. I’m hungry.â€? Don’t you push me away. A nice massage before breakfast, he’s good with those hands, but he needs to learn to respond quicker, a swipe should do the trick.

One thing to say about him, is that he’s consistent, so I’ll have twenty minutes to plan while he showers. A simple idea, really. It’s worked many times before: dash out the back door with the dogs to the yard. I hear him calling the dogs to the back, if only they were braver, I could recruit them to help me. OK, door opening. That’s right, keep the door open longer, there they go, run!

What! Stupid foot, blocking me before he closed the door. He’ll pay for that later, his hands will be scarred from hindering earlier. Fine. Plan B. I’ll hide here, and then sneak out when the dogs come back in.

Good, he doesn’t seem to notice me. The dogs have run past. Steady. The gate is closing. Not yet. He’s closing the door, run!

Ahhh, sweet freedom. Now to find a sunny, grassy spot to sleep.