My human is packing a box. A BOX! I love the box. But it is a slow box. She is putting the little pictures into the box and she keeps stopping and looking at nothing, which is a game I do not know yet but I will learn it, I will learn every game.
The other humans keep coming to her desk. So many humans! They put their arms around her and their voices go wobbly and one of them made water come out of her eyes and I LICKED IT, I licked the salt water right off her face and everyone laughed and that is the best, when the sad smell turns into the laughing smell, I did that, I am so good at that.
There is a cake. There is a CAKE. Nobody is watching the cake.
My human is holding a paper cup and everyone lifts theirs and they say her name and her name is the best name and I bark it, I bark WOOF which means her name, and she crouches down and puts her face in my fur and holds on for a long time, longer than the normal holds, and she is breathing funny into my neck.
I do not know why we are leaving the good building with the good chair-under-the-desk. But she is here. She smells like coffee and paper and my human. We are going out the big door together.
There will be another door tomorrow. Every door is the best door.
And there is cake!