Where Did She Go...?

“Look at how he looks at you, he loves you!”

People say this to Mom all the time when we’re together. I feel like I’m being accused of something, but I think I’m guilty as charged—I do love Her! When we’re together there’s a glint in my eyes and bounce in my trot. Mom is the best because she makes so much time for me. We write, we walk, we play, it’s the best!

Oh, but sometimes, she goes out and I just don’t know what to do. Sam jokes about how I get all mopey when Mom’s not around. I’d tease her about something but… oh, I just can’t take it! When are you coming home Mom?? And where did you go that I couldn’t follow…?

I’m sure she’ll be home in a few hours… Mama always comes back.