By Jose Bello
A dog sits at home staring up at the front door, for a long moment. Then, ever so slowly, he shifts his head slightly to the left and holds for several seconds, his left ear lifting, as though listening. Then, just as slowly he rises on all fours, his tail swaying left, then right. He gives out a low moan, and then howls. He opens his mouth as though yawning; a squeal leaks out. Then he lowers his hind quarters and sits again, head tilting left and right again, as though listening. Abruptly he's up on all fours and paces quickly left to right in anticipation. His body quivers, as he settles back down again. Suddenly he's up on all fours again, tail wagging violently left, right, left, right, body stiffening. He barks and hops, barks and hops, barks and hops. He begins pacing left to right again. He squeals, stops, waits, head shifting left, right; barks once, twice, ears go up; head tilts left, right, ears come down. He pants, tongue out, salivates, moans and stops. There's a clicking at the lock. He stiffens, barks, hops up, goes left, goes right, squealing, jumping. He barks loudly, once, twice, waits. Door opens – Master's Home!!! HAPPY – HAPPY – HAPPY~~
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