Tess sat on the sofa watching and waiting. Jo and Christian, her people, had left her with Jo’s mum while they were on vacation. Jo’s mum was often referred to as The Treat Lady. “Don’t give so many treats to Tess and Fendi”, Christian would say, “It’s not good for them to eat so many treats.” Fendi, who was older than Tess, was staying with Christians’ parents for a couple of weeks. Tess didn’t know how long her people would be gone, so she was watching the driveway, hoping they’d be back soon.
Here I am all alone with this human who doesn’t speak dog! She’s always busy, she’s forgotten about me already.
The Treat Lady had a real name, it was Sandra. “Hey Tess, cheer up, we’re going to have fun together.”
Fun, I not having any fun, I’m bored.
“Oh dear, you don’t look very happy at all, let me finish sorting out my bank account and then we can go for a walk.” Did you say walk?
Tess leapt from the sofa, skidding on the wooden floor, and ran across to where Sandra was sitting.
Come on, walk, you said walk.
Sandra laughed as the champagne colored bundle of fluffiness pawed her leg. Tess’s turbo charged tail was wagging just as fast as it could and her little pink tongue hung out of her mouth. She was panting in anticipation.
Come on, you said walk, I heard you.
“I need to remember not to say that word. I needed a break anyway. Come on, we can walk for a while.”