“Where’s that big black dog?” Winston thinks. He is accustomed to the dog showing up whenever Winston wants to play or just sniff some butt. He trots over to his boss man, whining without knowing why. The boss man absently scratches Winston behind the ears. Winston can tell that something is wrong. The boss man’s woman is leaking from her eyes and clutching the boss man. Winston can sense his boss man is equally upset. At least he does not leak. Winston lays at their feet. It feels good to be scratched.
“Arf,” Winston barked. He knows he is a good boy. Still he misses the big black dog. Well, he knows his friend will show up. He always does.