My human smells DIFFERENT tonight. Not the usual smell! A cloud smell, a bottle-spray smell, sprayed on the neck where I like to put my face. My human sprayed the good spot. For someone else!
There is another human across the small round table. NEW HUMAN. New human has hands and a face and probably a smell under all THEIR spray, and I would like to smell it, I would like to smell it so much, but I am not there, I am at home by the door, waiting, which is my most important job.
My human keeps touching its own hair. My human keeps laughing the big laugh, the one from the belly, no wait, it is the small laugh, the careful laugh, the one it does when it is not sure yet. Both laughs! In one dinner! My human is the bravest.
The tail. I cannot see the tail from here but I KNOW the tail is happening under the table. The nervous tail. Wag-wait-wag. Is new human good? Is new human coming HOME? Will new human throw the ball?? I do not know. My human does not know either! Nobody knows! This is the BEST part, the not-knowing, the whole air made of maybe.
The door. THE DOOR. Keys! My human is BACK, my human smells like the restaurant and the spray and, oh, and a new smell now, a little bit of new human on the sleeve. My human is smiling the door-smile down at me.
I do not care if new human comes back.
My human came back.
My human always comes back, and there are treats in the jacket pocket, I can smell them, I love you, I love you, is that a treat.