I heard the garage door open. It would only be a minute before I would be free. I waited. I heard the car door slam shut. I was so excited. I could hardly stand it. It seemed like forever since Mommy left me that morning. She always locks me up. She says she loves me but I know she does not trust me. If she trusted me, why does she lock me up?WHAT WAS TAKING SO LONG? Then I heard a funny rustling sound as the door opened. I knew that sound. I L O V E D that sound. It meant she was bringing home food. Not my boring food -- this would be REAL people food.
She put some bags on the floor, opened the door to my prison and then she ran out the door again. I had a good smell of each bag. Nothing too exciting there.
She came back. More bags on the floor and she left again. Mmmmm, this one bag smelled amazing. I recognized that smell. It was like heaven. It was that yellow stuff that comes in plastic wrapping. This is the stuff she hides my pills in when she gives them to me. She calls it my treat and sometimes she calls it cheese.
Then she left me there with all these bags and went into that room that always sounds like water running. I knew she would be gone awhile. Surely she wanted me to have a look at all the bags and help myself to my special treats.