He waits every day patiently for
Steve to come home at his usual
3 o'clock hour, baseball cap in one
hand, a backpack on his shoulder,
the latest copy of sports illustrated
rolled up inside with the best quotes
of today's newest players,
He waits because he knows that
Steve has had a long day and that
he usually likes to be greeted at
the door, and he has to piss and
God doggit where is he?
He waits because he loves Steve
with every fiber within him and
every tuft of fur on his back
because Steve is his owner,
and dogs must be loyal, it's not
a conscious choice, it's in the
blood, it's a part of the job
description, it's more than that,
it's not unlike a vow,
But it's been a week now and
Steve isn't coming home, except
in an old vase, and even then his
beloved German Shepard won't
be able to recognize him, but he
keeps waiting at the door everyday
anyways, hoping.
