Be your best friend

[Sarah]

Time for another writing challenge!!!

This one is always an interesting writing vantage point...

Write about 500-1000 words about a day in the life of being your pet...

What does dover the dog really get upto whilst his master isn't about? Has your pet ever done something completely astonishing and you want to write about it from their point of view...

Have fun!  

[Marc]

Good idea missus! Sounds like it'll be a difficult thing to do

[Sarah]

Well I thought I'd start it off, so here is my story, Missy as it's about how we found our cat...This is part one....

I didn?t know what I had done wrong, but he had came in and slammed the door and the walls shuddered with the aftershock. The human woman and her child were in the dingy smelly hole of a kitchen, the air was thick with that smoke that they exuded from their bodies after sucking on one of those little stick things.
The man spotted me and I quivered. He thundered towards me, his face turning scarlet. The woman shouted at the man, but he paid no attention. I tried to scurry quickly into a corner, but he was too fast. He grasped me by a handful of fur at the back of my neck. The pain bore deep into my neck, I howled to let him know I was hurting. He only gripped all the tighter. I squirmed and tried to claw at him, he never lessened his grip. He got to the car by the side of the road. I knew to stay away from these things, as I had witnessed a few of the other cats being hit by them.
He wrenched open the door and tossed me like a piece of rubbish into the back seat. I just sat there, shocked. What had I done wrong?
My neck ached and my back still felt sore and on fire. The itching rushed all over me and I could do nothing about it, no matter how hard I tried to contort my body into a suitable position to rid myself of the itch. I sat on the filthy dark cushion and trembled.
The man opened the front door and sat down hard. His face was flushed and sweaty, he started yelling and waving his finger at me. He finally turned and started the contraption up. I cowered back into the seat. We were going somewhere? In this thing? The car lurched forward and I dug my claws into the cushion to try and steady myself. The outside buildings and lands blurred past us and I started to lose recognition of where I was. I began to feel very disorientated. I told him that I was scared, but he just yelled at me. I decided I would just try to calm down. I curled myself into a tight ball and tried not be scared.
We finally came to a stop. He said something to me and looked at me and smiled. It wasn?t a nice smile, I knew the smile well. It was the one he used when he was about to do something bad to me again. What had I done wrong?
He opened up his door and slammed it behind him, then walked round to the back, where I was and opened up mine. He grasped onto me tightly and slammed the door behind him. I wriggled and struggled for him to let go of me, he was hurting my ribs. I howled in pain. We got to a street full of empty houses and a patch of waste ground. It was there that he flung me down. He turned his back on me and started to walk away. I looked around me panicked. I didn?t know this place, it wasn?t my territory. Where was he going? I hurried after him and asked him where he was going. He turned on his heel and shouted at me. I didn?t dare move another step. He narrowed his eyes at me and crouched down. He picked up a big stone and stood up. He yelled at me one more time, but still I could not move. That was when he flung the large stone at me. It crashed into my front paw. The pain throbbed and scared he?d fling another, I scurried away.

[Sarah]

Part two...

I found a large black bin, which human discard their rubbish in and hid behind it. I don?t know how long I stayed there, but I was much too frightened to move.
It wasn?t long before the last remainders of light disappeared and soon the already unfamiliar street became even more menacing.
In the not too far distance, I could hear another cat declaring his territory. If he found me, he would challenge me. I had to move on. I didn?t get very far though. He was a huge mound of matted grey, orange and black fur. His yellow eyes glistened in the faded street lights.
?Who are you and what are you doing in my territory?? He raised his back, his tail grew large.
?I?m sorry, my owner abandoned me here, I?m lost.? I raised my back too, to let him know I wasn?t afraid of him, even though I was truly terrified.
?Move on. You are not welcome here.? He circled me.
He growled ferociously at me and I stuck up my chin defiantly and growled right back. I backed away slowly, making sure he would not attack me. I heard him growl at me, warning me off. I had no intention of fighting him, he was much too large.
I wandered the cold and isolated street. There weren?t many human living in this part of the street. Many of the houses had large metal shutters over where the windows should be. I managed to find shelter under one of the large cars by the side of a road.
I spent many days and nights doing much the same thing, scavenging the large bins, for what scraps of food I could find, trying to not disturb another cats territory. It didn?t always work. On one night, I lost a chunk of ear to the large grey, orange and black cat. My back grew sorer and itchier and I tried with what little energy I had to try and scratch and lick it.
I soon forgot where I had come from and the family that did not care for me and abandoned me here. This is what I was doomed for, a life of bitter strife and starvation and certainly no love.
It was on my darkest day that something unexpected happened. I found a small row of houses that were not empty, humans still lived there. I headed to the nearest one to inspect their bin. There was a car sitting outside their house. I sniffed around the base of the bin. Something smelled good in there. I jumped up on top and tried to paw it open. There was not enough waste in there to cause it to be open. In desperation, I howled loudly for help.
That was when she came out. A kind faced human woman came out and smiled. She petted my head gently and a look of concern flooded her face. She disappeared back inside her house and closed the door. I lowered my head. She did not care for me after all. Again, I howled at the world. What had I done wrong to deserve this? To my surprise, the woman opened the door again and came over to me, accompanied by a human man. In her hand was some food and she gave it to me. Too starving to say thank you, I devoured it hungrily. The cold meat was slightly salty, but delicious.
The two humans were in deep conversation. The woman petted me again and I licked her hand to show appreciation. The human man smiled at me and petted me too. The woman scooped me up in her arms gently and took me into her home. I was safe now, I now had the one thing that I wanted the most, a home with a family that loves me.

[Mandy]

I don't know why I haven't seen this before.   :-/  I have just read your story Sarah and I nearly ended up in tears.  It was really moving.  Poor cat, but I take it it's your cat now?  
Good work Sarah and thank God for the happy ending.

[monica]

 A Dog?s Day - PART 1

     Welcome to my world.  My name is Banjo, sometimes affectionately referred to as Goof by the mistress of the house.  I lead a pretty typical life. I wake in the morning, about 5am and from the moment all four paws hit the ground I am pretty much at my mistress? side. I greet her every morning with a wet lick in the face - that?s usually when she calls me Goof and mumbles something about spending time licking my privates and nasty toilet water - then I spend the rest of my day following her around like her human puppies do, hoping for a pat, a dog biscuit, the opportunity to be released into the back yard to tend to my morning constitution and to occasionally be tied to a leash and led on a walk. It?s not so bad being me. I relish the occasional bath and grooming, find enjoyment in long nature walks down to the creek near my home and look forward to the bacon scraps every Sunday morning.

As I said, I usually wake at 5am, sometimes earlier if the cat has been left in for the night; he?s an annoying little jerk, more about him later.  I wake up at this time every morning because I need to pee but my mistress has this neurotic obsession with keeping me indoors until at least after the school bus leaves with the eldest members of her human litter.  I think it has something to do with my penchant for the spoken word and her fear it will disturb the neighbors. You see, I?m a Australian Sheep Herder, not to be confused with an Australian Shepard ? I am much more handsome, muscular and aggressive ? I have the long, shiny, fine coat of a Collie with the markings and structure of my German Shepard brethren, quite handsome indeed, and it is my nature to bark, to herd and to be a general hyperactive pain in the ass.  My mistress didn?t realize this when she first brought me home, she was blinded by my cuteness and it never occurred to her that my voice box hadn?t fully developed.  hehehe

[monica]

A Dog's Day - Part 2

 I usually exit the house at 8am and begin my day of barking and out of control running around my fenced, one acre back yard, stopping occasionally to nap under the canopy of a lilac bush or in the laundry room on hotter days; I like the coolness of the tiles.  We live in the country and there are a myriad of things for me to bark at and herd; the neighbor?s collection of cats that are always wandering into our yard, errant moles that make the mistake of peaking out from the holes near the fence, squirrels, the odd chipmunk, the occasional raccoon and often wild turkeys and deer.  It?s a joy living out here, really.  Although, I have been a bit leery of the wild turkeys since late last winter.  A huge tom cornered me near the back gate and ripped a chunk out of my snout and tore my ear quite badly.  It was my mistress? fault really; she bought me this thing called a muzzle for Christmas. Nice gift eh? I was unable to defend myself.  Lucky for me the mistress was home and came running out with a broom and forced it away. After that, every time she looked at my wounded face she felt guilty ? I could see the pain in her eyes and sense her sorrow - I haven?t seen my Christmas gift since. *grins*.  

I have an adopted brother.  His name is Gizmo; he?s a cat.  For a little thing, he is awfully aggressive and much to my embarrassment, even though he?s tootered ? you know, missing his male parts - he humps me.  I?ve tried to fight back but it?s hopeless; he mounts me at every opportunity.  My mistress tries to intervene and when she does, he backs off for a while but as soon as her back is turned, the cat comes back; growling, stalking, and having his way with me.  Sometimes I feel so used.  That?s my only real complaint about my life; the cat.  Often times, when I see him crossing the road to the neighbor?s house I wish one of those big Wal-Mart trucks that drives by would squish him into the tarmac, then I feel guilty for feeling that way because as annoying as he is, he is still part of the pack and my mistress loves him too.

One would think with the size of my mistress? litter ? 5 human puppies, the cat, her mate and a fish tank full of slimy, swimming creatures, that I would get little attention but that is not the case. It?s only during the hours that the young ones are about that I get ignored.  Once they are tucked into their beds at night it?s her and I; alone at last.  Her mate works out of town during the week and in his absence I am pretty much the man of the house. When he?s home, my fur balls cause him to gasp and wheeze so I?m always left out in the kitchen/laundry area but when he?s gone, the whole house is my domain. I pace the length of the house, guarding the manor, her sentry and protection from wild toms I suppose.  It is quiet where we live, nothing much happens but she seems more at ease with me around and often comments to the neighbors that she?s glad she has me.

At night, my favorite time of day, as she sits at her computer and her fingers dance over the keyboard she usually calls me over and commands me to lie on her feet to keep them warm.  The hardwood floors in that room are rather uncomfortable but I do it because I love her.  Besides, there is something in it for me too; I know my thick fur will warm her little feet up fast and before you know it, they will begin to stroke my back, kneading into my weary, overworked muscles.  Before long, I will roll over and her nimble little toes will massage and stroke my belly, comforting me and carrying me into a quiet peaceful sleep.  

My love for her is reciprocated. I know this because even though she fills my water dish up every night, she intentionally leaves the toilet lid up because she knows I like my water cold.  It?s the little things that matter, right?  

Around midnight every night, she calls me up the stairs, tells me to guard and I settle into my cedar filled bed in the corner of her room. I force myself to stay awake until I can hear her soft snores and although I am exhausted from my day of playing, I only half sleep, keeping one eye open and my ears alert for any sound that may disturb her sleep.  My job is to comfort her mind, allow her to rest easy and to keep an eye on the puppies down the hall. That?s my role in life and honestly, it really isn?t so bad, it works for me.

[monica]

 The Cat?s Meow

Good day, I?m Gizmo the cat.  I live with Banjo, the filthy, furry creature you read about earlier.  In my defense, I must say I only mount him because I know it pisses him off  - I really don?t find him attractive - and I also know that since the wild tom incident, he?s lost some of his aggression.  Do you believe that, a turkey put that slobbering idiot in his place! Ha!

I?m the cat of the house and in direct opposition to what Fluffy said above, I rule this domain.  I let the mistress think that she does, only because she does the grocery shopping, but in reality, I set the standards for which this house smoothly runs. Everyone adores me, even the allergic one that lives here occasionally. This is my home; I am kind enough to let those who care for me stay, but let us make it perfectly clear at the onset, I rule!

I had a rough childhood, because of that I pretty much get away with anything; it?s my excuse for being the jerk that I am. You see, I was once a city cat found on the side of the road when I was but a few weeks old.  Being the bleeding heart, cause-aholic that she is, my lady rescued me from the mean streets of Albany and brought me here to live.  My adjustment into this house did not go smoothly; the litter that Banjo spoke of earlier was rather abusive in the beginning.  

Herein lies the cause of my attitude ? or so my pets think ? I was a frisky kitty, one who slept all day while the kids were away at school and upon the midnight hour would suddenly explode with uncontrolled energy and playfulness.  The boys didn?t like that and after a few nights of being awake all night and going to school grumpy the next day, they hatched a plan.  They thought it would be wise to cloister me in a dresser drawer while they slept.  In their defense, they did give me marbles to play with and a sock to chew on, so it really wasn?t that bad.  Anyway, it took weeks for my mistress to discover this and since that time she has used this early abuse, along with a myriad of other atrocities ? being tossed down the staircase, almost drowned in the tub, fluffed up in the dryer, locked in the bathroom cabinet, abandoned for hours in the toy box and once being shaved by the twins with their fathers electric razor ? not the high point of my life, believe me - as an excuse for my behavior, which I must admit, is often rude, obnoxious and down right mean at times but it is fun.

My daily routine is the same everyday; I sleep. Usually on the parlor sofa, the expensive one that the mistress? mate almost had a heart attack upon discovering the receipt for one day.  It?s the most comfy piece of furniture in the house; real silk you know and silk feels very fine under my claws as I knead.  It causes my lady to get a little pisse, but only the best for me.  

Come nightfall, it is a different story.  If I am kept indoors I spend the early evening eating, stalking dust bunnies under the furniture for exercise, sharpening my claws on the cherry dining room table and on occasion, digging in the plants. A quick scamper up the dining room drapes amuses me and I love to hang off of screen doors.  By midnight, bored and having coughed up every fur ball my delicate tummy is capable of producing and spying Fluffy in the corner of the mistress? room I stalk him, scratch his face, gnaw on his neck and mount him for good measure at which point my lady, if she is planning on getting any sleep at all, generally lets me out her bedroom window into the wilds of the yard I call my jungle. This is where it gets really fun.

The yard comes alive at night with snakes, moles, mice, tree frogs, crickets, lightening bugs and a plethora of wildlife.  I spend hours bounding from one corner of the yard to the next, chasing, chewing, pawing and playing.  By morning an impressive collection of corpses greets my tenants on the front step and while one of them does away with my treasures, I creep into the house, eat some kibble, puke up a few undigested bits and fall asleep on my silk sofa.  I sleep for about 8 hours, waking only to crap in a box of scented sand that the mistress screens daily ? weird huh? ? then I repeat my routine all over again. *YAWN*

[monica]

Awww...poor kitty!  bless you for giving her a home!

[Sarah]

Great two stories! I felt so sorry for the dog and the abuse he suffers from the cat on a daily basis!

Nicely done!  

If you would like to set a writing challenge, feel free. It can be on any subject and you can be as strict or not with the word count as you like!  

[kayscats]

                           Itty Bitty?s Ditty


Itty Bitty awoke with the noise of the two alarms going off simultaneously. It was a Monday through Friday irritant to him. Why did his human Mother always set them every night? She only hit her re-set buttons every few minutes and then they would just go off again and she would repeat the process numerous times until she finally had the energy to get up and start the day. Why couldn't she be more like a cat? It would be more peaceful around here in the mornings! She had even taken to setting the darn things on Saturdays and Sundays! When was I supposed sleep? I enjoy the nights and like to sleep days! I get about thirty minutes before those darn alarms start ringing, and then she finally wrestles herself out of bed and the rest of us cats with her! Then she wants to pet us all, talk to us, feed us and make sure we know she has cleaned out the litter boxes. Like that is such a wondrous thing! People... GO FIGURE! If I wasn't already Not getting enough attention, she brings in my sisters from outside and let's them have their kittens in the house! For Meowing Out Loud...now she has to cuddle them, give them medicine and as an after thought now it's " Itty Bitty, I am soooo sorry, do you need some attention too? Let me give you some kitty kisses. Oh, such a good boy. Hold on Itty, I have to get that kitten before he makes a mess in the floor!"  And she wants to know why I have decided to sling water all over the floor and the other cats from the big metal water dish. Oh Please! But now I have a new trick up my furry little sleeve. Wait ?til she sees this. She will have a nervous breakdown. Unlike my last trick of standing on the lower foot pedestals of the table and hanging over the water bowl and relieving myself, a take off from turning backwards at the sink and letting go, this one has got to be one for the Cat Books! Oh yes! Now to be sure I have her full attention. Slap the water out of the dish everywhere, act like I am fishing for Goldfish which she finds quiet amusing, as do I in one of my playful moods. But alas, I am cat miffed! Oh, now I have her attention...oh, she wants me to stop because she has just mopped up her floors and does' t want to mop up another one of my messes. Well, here goes! Let's just see what she thinks of this. Here she comes; back up to the bowl like I know I am in trouble and need to find an escape route. She keeps talking, telling me to come out. I inadvertently step into the water dish with both back feet, she is getting flustered! And waa-la, I let go a continuous stream directly into the water bowl! Oh the sheer joy of watching her face turn Beet red, as the humans call it. If she had claws I would run for my life. But I am smaller, sleeker and far too wily for her... I might have to amend that part as she managed to capture me in her highly raged state. Uh Oh, guess I went a little too far. I have now been relegated to this box she calls the restroom. Tells me I need to be trained to use the toilet since I like the Big Bowl so much. And while I'm at it, she says, I should learn to flush too! Well, I could do it, but they tighten that darn handle thing so tight, it is just too much effort to push it down. Hmmm, gonna be in here a while, don't feel sleepy! Ohhhh, look'y here, new Ivy shower curtains...this could be exciting. A cat does have 13 lives doesn't it? I better not push it any further today. Would like to live to tell the tale another day. First a trip to the litter box, and then I can curl up for a catnap on the toilet seat. This is the only way to get any peace and quiet!

kayscats20

[Rupertfitz]

I have to pee, I really have to pee, She is not going to wake up and I will be forced once again to do it on the floor. If  I could just get up on the bed and bite her toe, well, no luck, damn these short legs, why couldn't I have just been a Doberman. OOH! She gets five more minutes and then I am going to do it. And I am not going to do it on the tile, no, I will do it on the carpet then maybe she will think about sleeping past nine o'clock in the morning. Five minutes. I could really use a snausage. Four minutes....Three minutes...Thank God, the child is awake, sure she wakes up for that stinky little creature. Ooh, here she comes..."Let me out, Let me out, Let me out", "No, don't pet me, just let me out I have to peeeee" She's going to the door....Oh thank God it is open!....Pee, Pee, Peeee! Wow, that is better. Now for that snausage!
Now I must creep past the child who insists on pulling my hair and hugging me, I have to put up with this because of my lady. The things I do for her, really, and she still insists on bathing me constantly, It's gross. I am a big mean dog, Okay not really but it's hard to feel big and mean with you hair all poofed up like you are ready for the Westminster dog show. But I guess it's worth it for the... the...BACON! She is a godess! She is cooking bacon! Here is where my adorable charm comes in handy, two, maybe, three minutes of standing there looking my adorable self and the bacon comes flying at me. Not to mention that the child always throws her food at me. Like I said that is one disgusting little creature, throwing food...Weirdest thing I have ever seen. But hey I am not complaining thanks to her I haven't had to eat any dog food for days. After this I really must excercise, I mean I am really losing my waistline. Or maybe I'll take a nap, yeah thats it, I'll take a nap. But first I have to pee. "Hey Lady! Gotta go again!" Well, that was easier than the last time maybe I won't have to pee on the carpet afterall.
Now for that siesta! First I have to grab one of my ladys tee shirts from the laundry room, she smells so good. Thats it, I will curl up under the bed on my cozy tee shirt and wow, I am really tired...sleepy....
.........."Do you want a piece of me?? Huh? Do ya? Cause I'll tear you to to bits Mr.Chow, you don'y mess with this Pekignese." Growl...Ooh that sounded mean. I am bad to the bone. Going for the throat. OOOh...took him down. Here comes that hot little poodle from down the block. "Mr. Rupert" she says, "You are such a big brave dog, let's run away and have lots of puppies." "You got it babe" I reply.
"Rupert!!!!!!" Its my lady. Why must she wake me from my dream, It always seems so real, except I am fixed and I can't have puppies, but still, I am pretty bad! Yeah I am. Now what does my lady want? Hmmm....that smells nice like lavender and vanilla, she must be soaking in the bath. Why does she want me? Well, must find out. Wait a minute she isn't in the bath, who is? The child?......no....maybe the cat.......yeah right that cat never gets a bath, lucky....noooo! Its for me, here she comes! I have to hide where do i go? She got me. I had better ge a snausage after this. Then I think I will take a nap. Uh-Oh, I think I have to peeeee!

[Rupertfitz]

I have to pee, I really have to pee, She is not going to wake up and I will be forced once again to do it on the floor. If ?I could just get up on the bed and bite her toe, well, no luck, damn these short legs, why couldn't I have just been a Doberman. OOH! She gets five more minutes and then I am going to do it. And I am not going to do it on the tile, no, I will do it on the carpet then maybe she will think about sleeping past nine o'clock in the morning. Five minutes. I could really use a snausage. Four minutes....Three minutes...Thank God, the child is awake, sure she wakes up for that stinky little creature. Ooh, here she comes..."Let me out, Let me out, Let me out", "No, don't pet me, just let me out I have to peeeee" She's going to the door....Oh thank God it is open!....Pee, Pee, Peeee! Wow, that is better. Now for that snausage!
Now I must creep past the child who insists on pulling my hair and hugging me, I have to put up with this because of my lady. The things I do for her, really, and she still insists on bathing me constantly, It's gross. I am a big mean dog, Okay not really but it's hard to feel big and mean with you hair all poofed up like you are ready for the Westminster dog show. But I guess it's worth it for the... the...BACON! She is a godess! She is cooking bacon! Here is where my adorable charm comes in handy, two, maybe, three minutes of standing there looking my adorable self and the bacon comes flying at me. Not to mention that the child always throws her food at me. Like I said that is one disgusting little creature, throwing food...Weirdest thing I have ever seen. But hey I am not complaining thanks to her I haven't had to eat any dog food for days. After this I really must excercise, I mean I am really losing my waistline. Or maybe I'll take a nap, yeah thats it, I'll take a nap. But first I have to pee. "Hey Lady! Gotta go again!" Well, that was easier than the last time maybe I won't have to pee on the carpet afterall.
Now for that siesta! First I have to grab one of my ladys tee shirts from the laundry room, she smells so good. Thats it, I will curl up under the bed on my cozy tee shirt and wow, I am really tired...sleepy....
.........."Do you want a piece of me?? Huh? Do ya? Cause I'll tear you to to bits Mr.Chow, you don'y mess with this Pekignese." Growl...Ooh that sounded mean. I am bad to the bone. Going for the throat. OOOh...took him down. Here comes that hot little poodle from down the block. "Mr. Rupert" she says, "You are such a big brave dog, let's run away and have lots of puppies." "You got it babe" I reply.
"Rupert!!!!!!" Its my lady. Why must she wake me from my dream, It always seems so real, except I am fixed and I can't have puppies, but still, I am pretty bad! Yeah I am. Now what does my lady want? Hmmm....that smells nice like lavender and vanilla, she must be soaking in the bath. Why does she want me? Well, must find out. Wait a minute she isn't in the bath, who is? The child?......no....maybe the cat.......yeah right that cat never gets a bath, lucky....noooo! Its for me, here she comes! I have to hide where do i go? She got me. I had better ge a snausage after this. Then I think I will take a nap. Uh-Oh, I think I have to peeeee!

[Akumamika]

I am Nakita. My old owner used to call me Nikky for short. I miss her so much, I wonder if she misses me... This is my story.
  The first light of the day shone into our room (mine and my owners that is) and made everything light again. I jumped off the bed we had fallen asleep on and licked her hand to wake her up. She always went out all day without me, but I was hoping it was a day she didn't have to go. She never looked happy when she did. She turned and looked at me, she smiled but put her head back down. I jumped on her again to let me out so I could go for a wee.
 After some reluctant noises she got up and let me into the garden, I did my business and came back in to a full bowl of food and water. Unfortunately they were in the outer part of our den, I knew that ment she had to go again today. She tied me to a pole with a long thin rope. I whined and begged her to stay, but she just looked at me sadly and promised me we'd play when she got home.
  I couldn't take it, I had to go to her, I tugged and pulled and finally ripped free of my collar. I lept over the wall and around the street I ran. I couldn't catch her scent here but I could hear voices near by. I followed some Humans dressed in the same clothes as my owner did, they looked of a similar age to her and I thought mayby they were going to the same place. So I followed.
 It was a strange place, many humans who all dressed in white and black were walking around with strange things on their backs, some were pulling books out of the things and talking to each other. I couldn't see my Emma anywere, so I ran around the grounds playing with some of the humans and barking at some who were hurting another human.
 Then I smelled her comeing and I ran to her, she looked surprised to see me and I barked for joy, she wasn't mad at me, although I quickly stopped when she frowned at me. Mayby I did do something wrong. Emma sat with me and held onto a new rope which was around my neck. She sounded upset and stroked my head, I looked up when a familiar face came up to us, it was her grandfather, he took the rope and lead me back to our den. He kept an eye on me and I just ran about the garden untill Emma came home. Her mother came home with her and they both looked at me sadly. I looked up at them and tried to ask what was wrong.
 I saw a human behind them I didn't know, he looked friendly and was talking to them about something I couldn't quite understand. Emma took me upstairs and sat on her bed, I jumped up next to her and poked her arm with my nose. I tried to appologise for running out of the den but she couldn't understand. She was crying, I had only seen her do this once before when I hurt her cat. I didn't understand why she did this but it made me feel bad. She hugged me and kept saying a word I didn't know. The word was Goodbye. My heart fell when I realised that the human downstairs was here to take me away, I didn't want to leave, I loved it here, I loved my owner. Was I really that bad a dog? All my things were in a white box and put into a large van. The human placed me in a cage inside and I looked back at Emma, She was still crying by her mother then ran inside. Her mother didn't look happy either. They were good owners, so mayby it was my fault. But I know Emma would say otherwise, we were closer than either of us thought we could get to anyone. I just hope that I get to see her again before they take me to the door down the hallway. I see a few dogs go in, but never have any come out again.