It constantly had been bothering my mind since I felt her touch last night. She sobbed, clinging onto my fur and murmuring inaudible things to me. I wanted to know why, and now that the humans were out of the house, I could freely think out loud.
I struggled onto my paws from my spot on the carpet, lifting my muzzle into the air. It was a gloomy day, and the sound of the rain against the roof did not cease. With a tilt of the head, I glanced over at my owners' cable box. It was only 9 A.M. It was still early, and no one would be home for a few more hours.
Walking across the carpet, I made my way into the dining room. It was my new favorite spot, as I would wait by the door to the garage for my girl to come home. She would open the door and greet me with a nice "Hey, Shelby!" and praise me for a good girl. I love being praised by her, and I will do anything in my power to keep her safe.