He watched the house empty out again this morning. Mom snatched the children from bed. “No more holidays,” she said. Dad grabbed his computer-bag and a lunch-box that smelled of turkey and ham.
“Can Sam come too,” asked the kids as Mom loaded the car.
He’d enjoyed their company so much. But, “No,” said Mom. “Dogs stay home.” So he watched them go.
Delicious smells still drifted from the fridge. Sam’s nose, pressed close to the door, felt it move, blasting cold. Delicious indeed.
Then, warm and sated, he lay on the rug, and waited for them to come home.