Thinking everything was fine, he happily popped into the house on Saturday morning as usual and got ordered out in two seconds flat. Puzzled, he tried again. He even tried going from person to person hoping to find a friend. Still no luck.
He looked absolutely bewildered. From pampered pooch he was suddenly downgraded to rubbish dog. It was as if he suddenly got fleas.
Eventually, he figured he wasn't wanted in the house and spent most of the day moping around the porch. He curled up in corners with his ears down and chin on the floor, lifting his head only if anyone walked past in the hope he might be forgiven. He was the poster dog for misery.
He managed to sneak in nearing evening though...
...and got promptly tossed out again.
His dinner was an hour late (not on purpose) and he didn't even make a peep. When I opened the door with his food, his look was of "Er...am I going to get fed at all?"
The next day, when everyone had left, he crept into the house and slinked round the breakfast table where I was sitting. (He thought I didn't see him but the dead give-away was the tip of his tail that moved along the table's edge like some wierd periscope.) When he got to the corner, he stopped and peeked at me.
I didn't have the heart to keep it up. I called him over and rubbed his silly head. It took a whole morning of fussing but by afternoon, he was back to his usual audacious self.
Sigh...dog....
2 comments:
Your blog is cute. Your furry black dog is cute too. I think u are witty and pretty and humorous. Like your writing.
Hey thanks! Appreciate it! :D
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