Huff, huff, huff! I caught the stick in mid-air, landed on
all fours, and sprinted back. Master pulled it out of my
mouth, and threw it again. Again, I ran, caught, huff,
turned, huff, sprinted, ran...

I drank, lapping up water with my huge tongue. Oh, so good
and cool! Huff, huff. I turned to the food. It smelled like
heaven, it cracked and crunched as I gobbled it down. When
it was done, I looked at Master, pleading for more. More?
No? I guess not...

I like lying here, on my side, staring at the sky. The grass
smells so good in the spring, and there are birds and
interesting things moving in the bushes. I sleep, and dream
that I am running, running, huff, sprinting, huff,
catching...

Tomorrow great things will happen. Master has set his soccer
shoes next to the bed. We will go to the great open field,
with all the people huffing, running, kicking, running,
huff! Huff! Huff! If only I were not to be tied to the
bench, I would be there, with them, oh so happy.

Anyway. Rub my belly, bitch. Oh yeah. Yeah.