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