This is through the eyes of a dog, as you can tell when you read it. It's the first of a series of unconnected little journals entries made by household pets. I'll be posting more soon.
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Today the sky is bright blue and the clouds are as fluffy and white as bunny tails. The trees are fiery orange and yellow. The brisk air pricks through my coat like shards of ice floating on the breeze, and the shouts of children ring through the small neighborhood where everyone knows everyone. But the best part of the day was the morning run. They’re happening more and more frequently now. I can tell my humans love this time just as much as I do. Sometimes, they don’t even mind if I bark at the mailman in the morning. They just laugh and bark back, and I don’t even mind that they’re saying my tongue is purple in my language.
Little Lizzie played fetch with me in the backyard. She can’t throw past her feet, but I pretended to become engrossed in capturing the stick and bringing it back the whole two inches. I think she enjoyed it. I made sure she took her nap by lying at the foot of her bed. She sleeps better when she knows I’m asleep, too.
I had to be punished, too. But it wasn’t my fault. Lola was slinking underneath the table just waiting for me to walk by, then she jumped out and hissed and swatted with her horribly sharp claws. I only told her to leave me alone very sternly so she’d understand she was not to do it again. But the humans didn’t understand. All they saw was a WOOF! and a scrambling cat.
During my time outside, though, I got a chance to talk to Louie. Louie’s the only nice cat I know. He’d never try to scare me, because he’s so old and fat. All he does is lounge on his fence all day long looking like a gray pincushion. But I’ve learned a thing or two from him. With a sigh he’ll greet me in a lazy, purring voice and say, “Ollie, there’s never been a finer day than this.”
“That’s right, Louie,” I’d reply, wagging my tail. I wish I could be as easy-going as Louie. His motto is “No worries and no strife”. Today he talked to me about the cool fall season.
“Everything just slows down, this time in the year,” he said. “The people take a look around at those bright trees and baby blue skies, and it pulls them back to earth. You know what I mean?”
I nodded my head politely, but sometimes I didn’t have a clue what Louie said.
Eventually, my owners let me back in, all anger forgotten. Luckily, I didn’t run into Lola again. And at dinner, they even gave me some chicken scraps that were left over. To top it all off, little Lizzie stroked behind my ears and pretended to read me her very own made-up bedtime story. I fell asleep right away, and that wasn’t pretending.
