Write a story from the perspective of a dog, thrilled to find their owner has been spending so much time at home.
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“Just One More Smile” by Aniruddh Pramod
“Joshua! It’s time for your meal!”I dart towards the kitchen. From my bed, through the corridor and under the legs of my table and sit down eagerly at my bowl. I wag my tail as Elijah pours some dog food out for me. I was hungry, I’m sure Elijah was too, but he barely ever ate nowadays. I don’t know why he did so.As I gobbled my bowl hungrily, Elijah caressed my left hind leg, the metal was still perfectly intact – ‘Fine German Engineering’ as they call it and it felt perfectly normal. I could have forgotten my le...
“My People ” by Daniella Cressman
I looked up at my owner. She hadn’t been home in a really long time. I was stretched out on the couch, laying on my back. My people kept making fun of me, but I’d stopped caring. I felt safe and relaxed, despite their rudeness. They were good people. Safe people. People who had given me a home. “Do you wanna go for a walk? Jasper? Do you want to go for a walk?”My tail wagged and I started running around in circles. I started barking. A walk? More like an expedition! I loved going for walks with Louise,...
“My Confusion” by Shirley Medhurst
I am a little confused, I must say, with what has been going on around here recently. My daily routine seems to have gone to pot. A typical day in my life always used to start with a very hasty, brisk trot around the block, just to get the old morning ablutions over with, so to speak. We would usually time it so I could pal up with Lola and her man for a brief tail ...
“Home Early” by Emilie Scarchilli
Barnaby raced his own shadow along the length of white picket fence, waiting for Doug to come home. Just for the fun of it, he took a running leap at the gate and looked over the edge. The street was empty, as usual. It wasn’t time for the humans to come back yet. He sorted through the smells of all the flowers along the street. Everything the same, everything sleepy and sunny. He sniffed lazily at the squirrels on the other side of the fence. What would it matter if he barked at them? He wouldn’t chase them—Doug wouldn’t like that. ...
“Treats, Walks, and Pets: 3 Days of Absolute Perfection” by Oliver Paradox
Day 1: This morning was exhilarating! I woke up just before sunrise and rushed to the Treat Giver’s room. Heavy snoring sounds growled in my ears. Cautiously, I crawled onto the Bed. I was amazed. The Treat Giver was still asleep!I nudged him with my nose. He kept snoring. I barked softly. That did a little more. He Rolled Over. Hey, that was my
“Keeping the Light in the Dark (Dog) Days” by Julia Roberts
What an unusual time this has been. At first, I thought it might be a dream, for it surely had been very pleasant. Even more pleasant was it to find that it was now my daily reality! For some days now, the Tall Ones had been remaining within the bounds of our territory, disappearing only once or twice to visit with the unseen Food Givers, but never for more than a few moments of ...
“A Dog's Human” by Alia Falcon
Hearing the door open, I sprinted to the frontline incase of an intruder. She wasn’t supposed to be home until later, but there she was. I was elated to see her, she took off her jacket and hung it up. Something was a little off, she didn’t bother saying ‘hi’ or to acknowledge me whatsoever. She just sat down on the couch, dropping her stuff on the floor. She talked to the voice in the wall and the big screen magically appeared people, a lot of them...
“SISTER, KNOCKING” by Andrew Grell
SISTER, KNOCKINGBy Andrew Paul GrellWhy Daddy still home? One day, another day, another day, now this day. Day, day, day, day only when the fat ones come to eat the big bird. Who will get the square-edge green leaves to trade for food?Mommy still in bed when sun high to come through window. Daddy comes out of the locked cave, the cave with the good water. Puts his skin on. Puts his feet on. How can they walk with only two good legs? Food where it belongs, Daddy must still have g...
“'Molly the dog' ” by Tyra Johnson
In the month of August, around the summer season. In a sunny afternoon in the backyard, Wofoo!, Wofoo!, I barked running around and around like a roller coaster ride, trying to catch my bird feather enemy called Tacco.He is a chicken owned by my Mexican neighbour name Maria. She is a Spanish speaking and old woman, that always wore curlers in her hair.Tacco would come through a small hole in our wooden fence; he would always normally escape from the jaw of my canine teeth. I pictured myself daily dressed in an apron with Tac...
“Rufus: The small brown dog” by Emma Friedman
I am Rufus Henry Gardner, and I love my owners! I was adopted almost 2 years ago when my family moved to the U.S. Usually though, I don’t get to spend too much time with them. Maggie, and Carson, my siblings go to school. My parents, Mrs. Mary Gardner and Mr. Paul Gardner. I don’t really know why they go to these places, or what they’re doing. All I know is that I am left at home... ALONE. Occasionally, our neighbor, Susie comes over and takes me&nb...
“Curly's Day” by Sue Marsh
Curlys' DaySuzanne MarshI don't know why human mommy and daddy are home but we are going to have some fun. I sure am not going to let them sleep in. I am already hungry. I'll start by jumping up on the bed, if that doesn't work, I will stand on daddy's chest. He makes funny noises then he pushes me over to mommy. I begin to lick mommy's face...she sits right up, then rolls over and covers her head. It must be time to dig mommy out of the bed. Ah, maybe I should growl a little that usually gets at least one of them...
“The Pandemic: Through My Eyes” by Sophia Linder
It started off like any normal day, me laying in a bed with my human, William, the baby, screams like usual. My human dad walks in with Hopper, a small pug that is my so-called brother, by his side. “Finn. Let’s go outside.” He said. Hopper and I are both named after some show the humans call “Stranger Things”. Apparently, I’m named after an actor in it, and Hopper is the police chief in it.&nb...
“" LEADER OF THE. PACK "” by Vickie Culbertson
Hours whether long or short matter not when your dog meets you at the front door. Maxx, the sheltie circles around the fluffy sheepskin dog bed at the end of the bed. Listening to relaxation/sleep music, he is the first of us to ease into sleep. Soft snoring awakens me, reminding me this is a good time to get up and go to the bathroom. Leader of the pack, stubs their big toe on the way to empty their bowels and bladder. I whine and whine until LOTP opens the sliding glass door to let me out to pee and poop. I run across the yar...
“Getting the Message” by Deborah Mercer
I’ve never had so much attention in my life! Oh, I could most definitely get used to this. Rose is even letting me sleep on her bed, and though she doesn’t have any of those silly notions about being the pack leader and not letting me go through doors first and all that nonsense she has her limits and that used to be a no go area. I didn’t really mind. I had a nice comfy basket in her bedroom. But that’s not the point! I’ve never been one of those dogs who howls...
“Early Dog Days” by Lindsey Starrberri
I was surrounded by pancakes, strawberries and chicken. Oh boy, what should I eat first? My tail wagged happily as I looked around this delicious destination, and I jumped on the giant chicken."Ammmhu?" I heard Jake murmur, and my eyes snapped open. Darn. Just a dream."Duke? Duke, move," Jake swatted at my golden fur. I barely moved my paws as Jake wriggled beneath me. "Duke, come on."Jake was tired, I could tell. But it was seven. I was used to waking up to the sound of the bed springs bouncing, and Jake stumbling ac...
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