It’s been twelve hours, and usually, they are home by now.
Something is wrong, I feel it, and I sense it. The neighbor’s German shepherd, Felix is barking happy barks, so the neighbors are home.
Something has happened to them because I’m usually smelling food cooking on the stove by now.
If they don’t return home soon, who do I call? Who do I notify? This feeling is terrible.
I hear happy barks from Sindi, the Boxer, on the other side of the house so now, I’m depressed. For the past hour, I have been standing at the window looking for them, and I know something is wrong.
I’m sick to my stomach worrying. I’m going to go lay down in the basement and try and calm down. Something is not right. I’m scared.
I hear the garage door opening, and they are finally home. I will not run to greet them like I usually do. I will wait here in the basement and see if they look for me in the house.
Charley! Charley! Charley!
They are calling my name. They are calling my name, YES!
Where have they been?
I run top speed, barking, and suddenly I’m in the arms of Crystal while David is rubbing me from my head to tail.
I stop wagging my tail, step back to look at them both with my head turned sideways.
David asks? Were you worried?
I turn my head sideways to the other side to indicate yes.
Crystal says we are sorry we are so late Charley. We stopped to get you a present. David opens the garage door, and there stood Cable, a six-week-old Border Collie. He starts barking happy barks.
He’s cute, for a little guy, is and we quickly we become the best of friends. After 2-weeks of house training on using the doggy door, where to go number 1 and number 2. He is getting along pretty good.
Now I have someone to help me worry about David and Crystal when they arrive home late, but we are always glad to see them when they come through the garage door.
We both look forward to treats before dinner even if I have to share with Cable who keeps me company during the day. But, I’m never alone anymore.