Ode to Kado

One of our recent assignments was to write a short composition about dogs, so of course I had to write about one of the most important woofers in my life.  So, Kado, here's to you, you little sassypants.

*photo credit to Travis T.  And also Kado, for being such a darn cute model.

                I lie down, but I am still wide awake.  I keep my eyes locked on the door and my head tilted, listening for any sound.  They’ve been gone for, I don’t know, at least twelve days if I had to take a guess.  I’ve been trapped here since they left, and I’m nearly out of food and water.  There’s no end in sight, and I’m beginning to lose hope.

                To pass the time I think back on the good ol’ days.  It seems like just yesterday we were passing the ball around, going for walks, cuddling on the couch, eating together, laughing together...just enjoying each other’s company.  What I wouldn’t give to be back in those times.  I sigh heavily.

                Life is tough for a beagle.  It’s hard when my human leaves.  The separation is very trying.  To get me through the long weeks alone (my human tells me he’s only gone for a few hours, but I know better) I think wistfully about my favourite things about my human.  The way he throws my favourite toy for me to catch.  The sound of his footsteps coming up to the door when he’s finally come home.  Or my favourite part of all: his smell.

 Being a beagle, I’m best at smelling.  My human’s scent fades from the house when he’s gone, and it makes me miss him even more.  But when he comes home, I can smell him the second he gets out of the car.  The excitement that smell makes me feel is like absolutely no other.  My human’s scent is my most favourite smell in the world.  Smelling that smell is even better than getting my favourite treat.  It makes my whole body feel happy.

Did you hear that?  A car door slammed!  I jump to my feet.  Yes, I can smell him!  He’s back!