I live in a very luxurious resort, with grass to play, winding stairs, sunkissed terrace, train track window view, glassy floors, spongy cushions, two big bowls, all time food, chains, ropes, yard, toys and with many more accessories of mine. Every morning, my day starts as i wake with a jerk, go scratch, lick and kiss my sleeping master a Goooood Morning! He then pulls and tucks me in, kiss me back, press my paws and brush my fur seeking all my blessings for the day. Later after a quick munch, he accompanies me down the road, breathing and coping up with me from behind. We wave past all our similar yet different pals during that stroll. The cow boy is too calm for his size while the cat fellow is too vexing. The birds chirp in no perfect tune and so I bark and help them enrich their morning raga. We reach host little tired and all ready for my Fooood! I like my bowl clean. Myself and my everyone here ensure the same. In between, my master steps out to fetch things for me and some for him and I just allow that. And when he returns, I can't help but run towards him because I well know that me would have missed me as much as I missed him. I jump and fall over him, we hug and pat and pacify each other and I ditch him till I see my crunching biscuits. So that way all day I play, I stretch, I cuddle, I eat,... I hush, I dodge, I growl, I eat,.. I snooze, I sniff, I lick, I love, I roll and I eat ..
Having filled with such happy routine, there do comes rare days when we are Left alone in the home. During those home alone sessions, my master pulls me close and sits in quite. He sometime weeps. I, unable to react to his out showered gratitude, just sit calm and caress his thighs. Inside those four walls, with he in my paws, I lay behind and muse ...about "Master".
May be except for me and him, nobody here actually know "Who Master's Who".
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