Keebo –I’m on my way home-(1)-

He had wanted to enjoy an afternoons rest he was counting himself fortunate to not see his owner’s vehicle in the parking lot. He saw the lights dimmed in the living room. Better yet! The miss had returned to bed early, he presumed. And all he needed to do then was to sit still for a few hours an be sure that she was indeed asleep. He didn’t want her to be ideally talking upstairs and suddenly creep down stair to catch him playing with his toy. Even if she thinks about him at night she might call out for him not to be playing with his favorite toy.

He opened the front door to see his owner laying on the couch in front of the TV glaring at him. He then remembered that his owner had driven his truck to the mechanics, the smile dropped off his face for him to realize that the miss had simple given his master a ride back home. His world of hopes and possibilities crashed. No chew time with his toy he remorse. The trash heap was full. He smiled at it recalling how he had taken two out that morning. His smile was like that of meeting a old welcome friend. His owner need not say anything his very presence said there was work to be done.