Through a Dog’s Eyes

“Come on, Scruffy.” You follow, like always, at the sound of his voice.

You remember the first time your sleepy eyes blinked open, once and then twice before clearing, to see the boy peering back at you. A little yelp escaped your mouth as your tail wagged — someone new, someone new! — as someone held you between the palms of their hands. You wiggled and wiggled until finally…