I awake in my own bed. She looks at me and pats my head. She leans in and gives me a kiss between my eyes. She whispers my name.
She says it is time to get up.
I roll onto my back and she obliges me by rubbing my belly. I smile, big and wide.
She stands up and heads downstairs. I follow her.
I sit at the door as she puts my leash on. I wag my tail. We head outside and I sniff around a bit. I relieve myself and we head back in.
I follow her to the treat stash. I hope I get my favorite! I hope I get my favorite!
I get a treat. It’s good, but not my favorite.
It’s time for a ride in the car. I lay down and enjoy the wind from the windows.
When we get back, she hooks me up to my leash and walks me around. I get to sniff, roll in the grass, eat grass, run and play. I love this time with her. I wag my tail because I am so happy.
When we get back, I get another treat. Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!
She settles in with that black thing on her lap and stares at it for most of the day. I snuggle up next to her and she pats my head or rubs me. I like to rub my nose on her arm. Sometimes we hold hands.
After a while, I head up to her bed and I snuggle into her spot. I lay my head on her pillow. She never yells at me for laying here, but occasionally, when she comes up to bed, she makes me move.
I have lots of food, water, toys, treats, walks and attention. I bring her one of those toys and she tugs it from my mouth. She tosses it and I go get it and bring it back to her.
I look at her like I am the luckiest dog in the world. I am so lucky to have her. She takes such good care of me.
I love her.
She loves me.