Cavalier and cornucopia
A cornucopia of grass stretched as far as the eye could see. It’s cavalier attitude strengthened its fortitude in the soft ground. The rabbit I had been chasing snuck into its hole and I lost my way completely.
My ears turned, first this way, then that, and I allowed the breeze to whisper to me back home. Cold and crisp, the air whipped my fur back. I couldn’t move a paw. How had I got so separated from my master?
I should have come back when he called, but there was so much to explore. Freedom, from my leash, and I ignored his pleas to come back. As I lose hope of home, I hear him.
He sounds angry, but I don’t care.
‘Scamp! Scamp! Here boy!’ he shouts.
I bark so loudly, I’m sure he must be able to hear me.
‘Scamp! Scamp!’ He is panicking now, I can hear his high pitched tone.
‘I’m here!’ I bark, and move towards his sharp voice.
I yearn for the safety of my master. Laying across his lap, on the comfortable sofa is my idea of doggy heaven. I understand his need for peace, and he understands my need to be loved. He is my Yin to my Yang.
‘Scamp, there you are!’ he says, and attaches my lead.
He is crying, I am licking his hands, in a bid to say sorry. It was the rabbit’s fault I bark. He doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t matter. As I stroll by his side, I vow never to run away again, unless of course the rabbit dares to cross my path.