Walkies! Great! Let’s go! What? In the car? All right then… but wait. Stop. Please. Where are you going? Don’t leave me! Gone.
Dark. Alone. Afraid. Where am I? Home. Want to go home – what’s that? Frightened. Noisy. Run. Run. Run.
Hurt. Paws hurt. Tired. Alone. Afraid. Hungry. Afraid. Sad.
Dark. So tired. Sleep.
“Gerrout! Go on! Gerrout of it!”
Run. Oh – that hurt! Run. Lost. What did I do?
Tired. Frightened. Alone. Sad. I’m not a bad dog. Just old.
What – run!
Shouting, throwing things and not to play.
Here – quiet, lie down…
The old dog jumped, startled awake at the gentle touch on his head, and struggled to sit up on tired old haunches, ready to run at a moment’s notice on cracked sore paws.
“It’s all right, boy, don’t be scared…”
The young man reached out a hand to the old dog who looked up into his face; and consideringly, carefully, he lifted his paw and put it in the young man’s hand.