CANIS
LUPUS
OLIVE
BY EMMA GIBSON
I got to walk today. It's fall, and this
is my favorite season. All the smells of
people and leaves and grass come out in
the cold-snap air, and there is nothing I
love more than hotdogs cooked over a
fall fire, which I also got to today. I stole a
man's sausage out of his hand when he
wasn't looking, but he didn't care too
much.
"She's a playful one, Sal," he said
to Master with a laugh, "I can't think of
how you look after her."
I don't know why people think I'm
hard to maintain. Honestly, I'm not. Give
me food, water, a bed, time and kindness, and I'm quite pleased. What I wish
I had though, is a new collar. My old one
is just getting far too frazzled from wear
and tear. There is one time, during the
winter, where Master and his friends
come together near the fake pine tree
and open pretty boxes to reveal new belongings. Sometimes, I get new things. I
especially love what I got last winter.
When I was sleeping, Master placed a
box just for me under the fake pine, and
walked me to it when I woke up. He even
opened it for me instead of having me
bite it open! Inside was a chew toy that
looked like a long-necked thing. He
called it a giraffe, I think.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've
ever seen a giraffe. I suppose they're like
deer. Deer are ornery creatures that
wander onto porches and in front of cars.
I yell at them, and they run away. Master
says some