The Dog (pt 10)
Posted on | May 6, 2010 | Comments Off
Doone knew that yesterday was a bad time for her. She had seen to it that his basic needs were met, and so he made no outward complaints. He left her to do what she had to do. He did, however, feel awfully sad to see her with such inner turmoil. Though he didn’t know her back when she had her old career, he suspected she was amazing doing it, but perhaps at little consumed by it. He wanted her to be confident in what she was doing now, because she could do this too. She just had to believe in herself. But what did he know. To her, he was “just” a dog.
Doone wished he could reveal all of his secrets to her, he wished he could make her see what he saw, he wished she would get up and let him out. He lopped up the stairs and gently scratched at her door, which had been closed all day yesterday, to see if she was awake. He could hear her wrestle around a bit inside, and then get up and come to the door. She opened it with a smile.
“Good morning puppy” she said.
“Um, good morning Mistress”
“I’m guessing you need to go out big boy, let’s go for a walk, shall we?” she said as she put on one of the art teacher’s famous crochet hats.
“Guess you’re feeling better”
“Sometimes you just need to sit and think and realize your life isn’t as bad as … oh never mind. Let’s go.”
And off they went. Doone wasn’t sure what was really going on with his Mistress, but his plan was going to have to wait until he figured it out. There was no way he could pull it off with her in this condition. And besides, he was still…well…after all…he just wouldn’t do that.