DOG DAYS

by FLOR

Morning

There! Look!! Here’s here!
He always has that bag
with him. I wonder
what it is.

Could it be a weapon?
Could they want to
hurt my family?

No! I must stop him!
I shall!

What’s that smell? … OH! It’s bad…
He always smells like that!
I always try to make noise form
my family to hear but …
they never come out
and see.

Afternoon

Look! There’s more people!! It always gets me
angry… why are they with my family.
I try to warn them but all they do is get
closer with the others. I warn them
even more and it just doesn’t work. There he comes …
my dad. He always plays around with me.
He’s the only one I’m scared of and listen to. I know
that if I don’t listen to him I’m gonna get hurt.
But I know its for my own good. He told
me to come here with a playful voice.
I ran over there. I was hoping he would
let me go. “Sit boy, sit!” he said in his weird
Spanish accent. I sat. He took something
heavy off of me. I ran around him like
crazy so we could play. “Good boy,” said my dad.
He gave me a treat while he put the leash on me.
Here we go . . . off to walk.