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Waiting...

I am sitting here, near the curb, patient as can be.
I know that it will not be long til he comes for me.
The door is opening-who is that? 
Nope, he's not the one.
I really hope he comes for me before 
the day is done.

Whose hand is that?  Let me see-I don't think 
that I know you.
But pats are always welcome even if 
you smell brand new.
That was nice, but I'm busy now.  I'm sure 
you get it, M'aam.
Sitting, waiting patiently-What a good boy I am!


Is that him?  No someone else-he has 
been gone so long!
So much time has passed since then-I don't 
think I am wrong.
An hour or two?  Maybe a week?  Is he 
ever coming back?
What should I do if he's gone for good? 
 I did not even pack!
I'm unprepared to be on my own!  Where's the nice girl with the pats?
I'd miss so much, fetch and treats.  I'd even 
miss the cats!
Bellyrubs, I'd miss the most, and my favorite toy.
What if he disappeared because he found a
 new good boy?

Oh despair!  I'm left alone to live out on the streets!
Has there ever been a sadder pup, deserving 
of some treats?
I've been good, I've always tried-what harm 
did I cause?
Was it whining during thunderstorms, or 
having dirty paws?
Did I bark too much, or chew his shoes, or beg too much for food?
Was it all my hair, my need for walks?  I never meant to be rude.
I guess I should begin to plan, to decide 
what I need most-
Step one is to chew through this leash that ties 
me to this post.



And then I will, wait who is that?  
It's my dear old pop!
He came back!  He's here for me!  He's 
finished in the shop!

I knew it!  Didn't I say so?  I was calm 
beyond compare!
Five minutes you say is all you've gone?  I was completely unaware...
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