
It was 5:00 p.m. and my owners arrived home exactly on time to
find me eagerly awaiting my long expected walk. I had slept most of the day, as
no one was home. I stood at attention awaiting them at the door. When they
entered the house, and I gave them my usual vigorous tail-wag, jumping
up and down, signifying I was glad they remembered me. My owner reached down and gave me a strong pat on my back and the usual
quick scratch under my front legs. Oh how I loved that attention. Then my owner grabbed my 30-foot long leash, and I knew we were going for that walk. I
stood still while he clipped the leash onto my collar, but I beat him to the front
door. I waited to see which direction we would head today. Would it be right to
the yard with the big dog I didn’t trust, or left past the old walnut tree where
I could root through the fallen leaves in search of a perfect walnut to bring
home and chew? He let me choose, and soon I was rooting though those leaves for a walnut I could proudly carry home. I was the highlight of
my day.