A picture I snapped of my doggie.
She always does this.
All the dogs are attached to my Mom, because they’re fed and bathed by her. And whenever she leaves home, this little bowwie takes up her place by the gate, and sits there, with her nose pressed to the metal until my mom gets back home. She only gets up to maybe drink some water or eat something, but then she’s back.
Waiting and watching.
Sometimes I kinda feel like her – like I’m waiting for something big to happen. Just waiting for someone to come home. Missing someone, and knowing that even if they do come home, the next morning i’ll be doing this all over again.
But the good times make it so worth it.
