a different point of view

She’ll come back. I know she will. She always comes back. She goes in that thing with wheels. Sometimes I go with her too. I stay in the back cuz she won’t let me in the front. I get the whole seat. I get to look out the window if the moving-thing, or a car, is not going too fast. I like it when the window is down. I can smell better when the glass is down. I bet it smells better from where she sits. I bet she sees more too. She messes with the wheel and pedals. She knows where we go. I never know, but it doesn’t matter. I get to stay with her. I usually get to stay inside and sleep next to her. I like that. It beats the hard and dirty pillows.
Once she took me to the waves. She took me to this hot sandy place that touches this big water. There was so much water and it was so loud. She took me up to the water and then ran away. She went back in and she fooled me. The water was cold! I loved it! I ran back and forth until I had to chase a shirtless man. He went away. That was good. He didn’t belong to me.
I remember she was there to hold me when I was learning to kick the water. I’m not scared of the water. She always held me when I was scared or felt sick. No one could hurt me with her holding me. She takes me away.
There were nights when we were alone and she put me right next to her. She doesn’t do that often. It must have been really cold that night, or too dark. It was comfortable.
She also gives me a whole bunch of treats. I know she has a box of treats in this one drawer. She keeps our leashes there. We don’t really go for walks, but if she takes them out, that means that we go somewhere. We go to the big water,or see friends, get more treats. I just like being with her. She gives me the treats and she plays with me. She gets me toys and I go get the toy and I bring the toy back and she throws it again. Then she has to chase me and we play tug at it. I let her have it every once in a while, but then I have to get it again cuz she throws it again.
She’ll come back. She leaves every morning. She comes back at night. We eat, she eats, and she sits at a table and stares at nothing and plays with me with her feet. I chew and I sleep. I miss her. She’ll come back. Just keep waiting, Pete. Even if she doesn’t come back at night, she wouldn’t leave us forever. Others leave, she doesn’t.