Waiting you are. Waiting for something to drop, just a little piece of food to sacrifice itself to the floor so you can lop it up with your big pink tongue. I speak to you in excited tones, you wag your tail and saunter next to me to burrow those amber eyes into my being. I playfully smile, you take it as an invitation to lick my leg, then go around to the other one and run your tongue across it. I shudder a little, I’m not a fan of being treated like a lollipop by an animal.
I turn to you and playfully sing a made up song as I chase you around the house. Your tail wags as I sing louder and stare you down. My voice grows attitude, I can’t stop singing and you’re hoping I don’t stop playing this game.