I keep hearing about this trip we are going to take but every day I wake up and we are still here. I still sit on my couch and stare out the window all day while she works. While I anxiously await her return, I sit and watch all the people come and go, the other dogs that walk by and the cars that zoom down the street. Sometimes I wonder what she does when she leaves me in the morning, what is work?

Every morning she rushes around, always wakes up late, just like me. But regardless, she always leaves time before she goes to hide treats around the apartment, it’s one of my favorite games.  Some mornings, I quickly find all of them before she leaves and then I stare at her as she says goodbye and if I stare long enough and look sad enough I can sometimes get one more treat out of her.  I would rather her just stay with me all day instead of having that one extra treat but I’ll take what I can get.  She tells me all the time, “Don’t worry Bubs, soon it will be you and I, all day, every day.”

When is soon? Tomorrow?

-Franklin Waffles