Through the Eyes of a Beast

"I was standing in the center of the room, watching the Boy and the Girl as they went about their business. Girl had walked into the cluttered, red-tiled room where they put clothing in a giant metal bucket of water and add bluish liquid and take it out an hour later simply to put it away again, when Boy crouched down and half-shouted, ‘Whatcha doin', pooch?’

I stared apprehensively at him and wagged my tail slowly. Had he gone crazy? What did he think I was doing?

He straightened, patted his thighs and said, ‘C'mere, boy.’

I cautiously stood and placed my paws on his thighs while he rubbed my ears. I'd really rather not have my ears rubbed-a good head rub or ear scratch is more satisfying-but I take what I get, and I don't get much.

Boy backed up, causing me to fall back unto all fours. I gave him a hurt stare, lifting my ears in question.

Girl returned from the red-tiled room and walked past me to the carved hunk of wood. I looked up at her and wagged my tail. She didn't notice; I laid down on the floor beside her in hopes that she would remember that her loyal dog needed attention(and his five o'clock meal). She continued hitting small whitish squares situated on the carved hunk of wood-a desk, I believe humans call it-occasionally glancing at the flat reflective surface located before her at eye-level. And that, human, is my story. Have you a biscuit or something about you, as reimbursement for my time?"

THE END(for now)