My Life is Way Better Than Yours
What are you doing?
I’m laying in bed pretending to look away as my owner dresses. She’s taking too long. It’s been a solid five minutes since I jumped on the bed and squeezed myself between her pillow and her body.
There’s nothing better than the smell of fresh bedding in the morning. There’s also nothing better than the sound of my owner yelling at me to get off the bed.
She knows I won’t. It’s so cute that she tries!
I’m just going to lay here in between the sheets and catch a nap while she takes forever in the bathroom.
Oh Yes, it’s time to PAW-UP and lay back against her pillow. Let me rub my fur all over her happy place. She loves my scent on her pillow!
Wait, what’s that? Is that the sound of my leash? She’s early today!
I jump off the bed. I run to her standing at the door way. I wag my tail. She better not forget my treats. Girl, you are going to walk me good today. I hope you are ready!
She walks me outside. She circles me around the block. This is why I love her.
I find my bush and do my business.
Ahhhhhhh… It’s always the first pee in the morning that gets me going.
When I finish, she brings me back to the driveway and opens the car door. I jump in the back seat. I wonder where she’s taking me today. She knows my favorite place. I really hope it’s the “mountain” and not that stinky dog park with all those little dogs. I sure made enough fuss last time to tell her that those little furry balls are not my friends. She’s a dingbat if she still didn’t get it.
Yes, we are getting on the highway. That’s a good sign.
After 10 minutes, she opens the car door. We are here. I check the place out. Thanks, lady. You did good today. I love this place with the “mountains”.
She unleashes me. I run in front of her.
Time for my strut. When a queen comes to town, she has to do it in style!
Ahhhhhh… the smell of fresh grass! What’s that? Is that the lingering smell of a deer? Oh, that deer is pretty far away. How about this? Oh, no that’s some other dog’s poop. How about this? Oh yes, that is the scent.
The scent that I’ve been looking for.
I lead the way on the trail. She’s following me as usual. She knows who’s the leader of this pack.
Oh no, there’s a squirrel. I run. They are little pests. They get me going every time. Those sneaky little monsters. Up, up the tree you go! I chase a few more squirrels up their trees.
“Cara, come!” I hear my owner calling me.
I run to her. I lay down on the mud. Oh cold spring mud. I love you. I pant a little from all the chasing. I dig my chin into the dirt.
Ahhhhh… that cool mud against my fur. Wait a minute. Let me leave my scent. I rub my way through the mud. I get some mud on my back. Good. I think I’m ready for the “mountain” now.
“Cara, oh no.. we have to bath you again!” My owner frowns.
I strut in front of her giving her a wag of my tail.
Soon, we arrive at the “mountain”. This is my favorite part of our walk. As soon as my owner catches up, I run top speed up the steep hillside. Then, I traverse through the slope to climb up to the top of the hill. I wait for her to climb up.
She’s slow. She’s a human after all. They only have two legs. This gives me just enough time to look out over the rest of the park. I like being on top. I can see that golden retriever chasing a ball. That golden retriever, so easily satisfied with a ball. A country dog like me could never be satisfied with a ball. My breed loves a chase and a hunt. We work for our food.
Okay, she’s making her final climb to the top. I can walk ahead a little more now.
Oh that scent that’s calling me. Where are you, little rabbit? I hope you are by the watering hole.
We walk some more. We arrive at the watering hole.
Oh, you ARE at the watering hole. I smell the air. You, little rabbit. You are here. You are everywhere. I search frantically. I run around the water bank. I smell every inch.
Ha, got you! I can see you now. Today, you are fast. But, I’m faster. I’m a dog after all. Oh, not the bushes. I hate the bushes. Fine, up that log you go. I can climb a log too.
Oh no, where did you go? You little rabbit, your smell is disappearing.
Fine, tomorrow, I will get you.
I run to my owner. She’s sitting on the bench at the watering hole. I drink the water. I feel the cool water against my legs as I pant.
“Cara, come!” She calls me. “Sit.” Oh, here it comes. She hands me a treat. Oh, so delicious. She knows that I only eat liver treats. This is pure yumminess. I beg for more. She gives me one more piece. Hunger courses through my belly.
Give it to me. Give me all you’ve got, lady. I beg for more. I smell her pocket. I point my nose at her pocket.
“That’s all I have, Cara. You’ll get your breakfast when we get home.” She announces.
It’s times like these that I wish I can get my own food.
She leads me back to the car. I circle around to find a spot to poop. I take longer than usual. She waits.
Finally, she opens the car door. I jump in. I lay back on the backseat. It’s going to be a 10 minute nap. But, someone has to take it. Oh rabbit, here I come again. It’s my dream afterall. You will be mine.
About the Author
Jun Wu is a Content Writer for Technology, AI, Data Science, Psychology, and Parenting. She has a background in programming and statistics. On her spare time, she writes poetry and blogs on her website.