Life as a dog – option D

“Well, let’s just relax at home, because the weather forecast says we might get some heavy rain this afternoon, and if we don’t get home before it rains, we’ll be in trouble,” Shawn said.

I watched as they put their handbags down and gradually relaxed as if my reaction had made them choose to rest at home. And at this time, I once again felt their love and attention to me, because they were listening to my feelings and respecting my ideas, even though I could not communicate with them in the same language, I could still feel that I was an important presence in the family.

As the little one grows up, he learns to speak and run around me, and even though I am not as energetic as I used to be, I will do my best to run and adventure with him. After my little one went to kindergarten, I would chew on his little bag every day, waiting for the school bus to arrive, and I would wait impatiently for him in the same place every time it was close to the end of the school day, and the kindergarten teachers and other children gradually got to know me, and every time they saw me, they would smile happily, but my eyes were only on the little one.

I thought I would stay with little kids until they grew up, just like I stayed with Shawn when he got married and had their kids. But when the school bag in my mouth was getting heavier and heavier, and I could no longer run after the school bus like I used to, I seemed to realize that I wasn’t young anymore.

As the little one got into elementary school, I became more and more of a sleeper, sometimes even missing the afternoon dismissal and not waking up until he came home and dropped his bag, and came over to lean on me. And I can no longer chew bones because my teeth are almost gone, my family now prepares me canned dog food only, so I can eat more easily.

I don’t know why, but there’s something strange about the atmosphere in the house lately. Every time I wake up from a nap, I always see them looking at me with some sadness, maybe because I’ve been sleeping too long and can’t play with them as often. They also became less interested in going out, and every weekend they would only carry me to a small park nearby to get some sunshine, and they no longer go to the park where they used to have picnics.

Another weekend, I finished my dinner, lying on the sofa with them, watching the little one’s favorite cartoon, I suddenly felt very tired and sleepy, I obviously woke up just before dinner, so why now I can not open my eyes? My consciousness faded and I seemed to be dreaming. I dreamed that they were crying out my name.

“Jubby, wake up, will you?”

I thought I heard my little one crying, and I struggled to get up, wagging my tail in a circle like I had done countless times over the years to make him happy, but I was so sleepy I couldn’t control myself, so maybe when I woke up, I could see him looking at me happy again and saying “Hey Jubby, you’re awake?