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By Tim Stevenson
05/20/08
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To Whom Do I Belong?

I am so confused. So many humans pass through those doors. Just as many pause to scratch behind my ears, pat the top of my head or say ‘good dog’. None ever stay long enough to form a bond, or for me to get to know their scent.

It’s not that they prefer to stay indoors. They’re often here outside. Their time must be precious, however, as they seem unable to stop and share some time with me. The bigger humans attack the plants, cutting, wetting, picking and digging. Digging. Funny how it’s alright for them to dig. Any time I dig they are displeased. Sure they fill the hole in again, but then why dig in the first place. I’ll only refill the hole if I intend to stop them from getting rid of my prized possession – the bone. Otherwise the hole can stay. It adds to the landscape.

I try so hard to get some time with them. I scratch the doors, chew the window sills, bring captive mice as enticements, wag, bark, whine and more. None of these seem to work. Most times I am ignored. Occasionally a sharp yap emanates from one, seemingly to indicate displeasure at my actions. Can none of them understand my lonely dilemma?

The small humans – they call them kids, I think – they often run, jump and play ball. I try to join in. I jump up to get the ball, I chase the ball and the kids. Instead of being pleased, however, they attach a line to my collar that limits the distance I can move. No matter how much I plead, they will not let me join in.

The water bowl is always filled, food is never scarce. A worm bed is provided in a small but adequately furnished room. I am free to run wherever I please within clearly defined bounds. And yet I feel uncared for, unwanted and oh so alone.

Of one thing I am sure, but that is all – not all terse yaps are meant for me. I see and hear all that they do, but it seems my needs they cannot see. The hug and touch, play and share, so each one is assured of the love that is felt. It’s me alone left out in the cold, waiting and longing to be hugged. If only one of the humans inside would venture out and sit with me.

Oh, to whom do I belong? I only wish I knew!

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