The look of disappointment on her face that day was unmistakable. Of all the owners in the world, he had to be the one to show up for her. Of all the dogs at the rescue farm, fate had delivered her into his hands. Even now, she was cursing her short canine lifespan.
Upon reaching his truck, she almost laughed at it. Still looking wistfully back at her unadopted counterparts, she made one last desperate dash to rejoin them. It was futile, though, as he reclaimed her and sequestered her behind the confines of the tailgate. A million sighs of self pity was his entertainment for the ride home.
Upon reaching her new home, her worst fears were realized, these were not digs for a dog of her stature. She willingly accepted the dinner offered though, despite it being purchased from a discount retailer. The large chair in the corner was soon claimed as hers, and a long nap was taken to recover from the trauma this day had brought.
Upon awaking, and realizing that it was all just not a bad dream, she began to plot her reprisal for all that had been done. Oh, it was a dastardly scheme. Beginning at that moment, she would be at her new owners side constantly. She would follow him anywhere in the house, never more than two steps behind. She would lay at his feet every time his sat down. At dinnertime, the dog would be at his side, sad eyes longing for the merest morsel of table scraps. In the earliest hours of morning, she would rouse him from the deepest of sleep in order to begin another day. Every time he took his keys in an effort to leave, she would be there to join him on his journey. It was a journey she hoped would be long.
