Sometimes my mom disappears. She always comes back. When she does, I’m ready for her.
I say hello-hello-hello to her as soon as I hear the garage door open. I keep saying hello-hello-hello until she’s all the way inside the house. That’s when she pets me on top of the head. And tells me she loves me. That makes me feel good.
I have to sniff her all over. I have to make sure she wasn’t with any other dogs. Or cats. Or any other animals. Sometimes she smells funny. Sometimes she smells really good. She smells like my treats. She always takes me to the pet store with her. So how could she smell like my treats? I start to ask her. She moves. I have to follow her.
She goes into the kitchen. That’s where she keeps my food. I already had breakfast. Is it dinner time? I lick her legs. She leans down and pets me. I like the rubs around my face and all the way down my back to my tail. It feels so good. Sometimes it even makes me forget about food.
She moves again. Now she’s right next to the treat box. I lick Mom’s legs some more. She tastes good. Even if she doesn’t taste like my treats. She tastes like Mom. I like that.
I wish my mom would never ever go away. I guess it’s okay ‘cause she always comes home to me. That makes me so happy. My mom being home. I’m happy even if she doesn’t have treats. Or taste like them.