My mom wears me out. She goes from this room to that room. I have to follow her. That’s my job. I’m a doggy. It’s how we protect our humans. We stay close. Besides, Mom might have a treat in her hand. And what if she dropped it and I wasn’t there to get it! Gotta stay close.
Still, it wears me out. Mom just doesn’t sit still for long. Sometimes I’m still in the doorway when she turns around. She almost goes past me. But I’m fast. So, I turn around and stay by her.
Sometimes I’m asleep when she starts out. I have to wake up really fast so I can follow her. She might need my help. Or she might be going to my treat box. Or we might be going outside to play ball.
We don’t play ball at night. It’s different at night. That’s when we sleep for a bunch of hours. Mom stops moving from room to room. We stay all night in the same room. Mom calls it the bedroom. That’s because there’s a big bed in there.
My bed is right beside the big bed. That’s where Mom sleeps. On the big bed. She lets me sleep there too when I want to. We cuddle real close. I like that. She pets my head and face and tummy and back. It feels good. We sleep and sleep and sleep for a long, long time. All night.
I don’t think about treats when I’m sleeping with Mom. I don’t think about following her from room to room. Or trying to protect her. Or about playing ball. I don’t think very much. I just cuddle close to Mom.
I hope she knows I love her. I know she loves me. That feels good. To love and to feel loved. I like it.