Morning folks, it’s me, Danny the Dog. I’m here today to tell ya’all of my two days of misery.
Perhaps I should start at the beginning. I mean the very beginning.
Ever since I was a little shaver, my human has always kept me near. He worked for himself, so I could always go with him on his jobs. We’ve been together for many years and I’ve gotten used to him. When I was younger, he did leave me home on occasion, but I didn’t care. There was a cat next door that sat under a tree all day and I used to watch from the window. That was fun, and it kept me occupied. Or I would go out in the yard and commune with nature. We had a fenced-in yard and a doggie door at the time. Anyway, here’s the thing. Somewhere along the way, I got used to having him around. Oh, I forgot to mention that seven years ago he stopped working and became a writer, so he’s home all the time now; he never goes out. Maybe that’s it, but whatever it is, I like having him around. But don’t ask me why.
So here’s what happened. The night before last, he went out for the first time in a long time without taking me. As he was leaving, I asked him to take me with him. I know I was barking, but he understands me. We live on a boat now and he said only, “STAY!” I mean, is that anyway to speak to man’s best friend?
Well, he was gone only a few hours, and when he came home, I wagged my tail until it almost fell off.
After that, I reckoned everything would go back to normal. But no. Andrew, that’s my human’s name, got up bright and early the next morning (something he never does), and after I took him for his walk, he started to leave me … again! I couldn’t believe it, not again. It was invidious of him to say the least. And I let Andrew know it in no uncertain terms. Well, it didn’t matter what I said; he left me alone anyway. And this time he was gone for most of the day.
When he finally came in, I cried a little bit (the first time in my life). But I’ve got to hand it to the old guy. When he saw how lonely I had been, he told me that he would never leave me alone again for more than a few minutes. I don’t know what minutes are, but by his voice and the way he scratched my neck, I know he loves me. So I forgave him.