My human packed the big bag! The big bag means we are going somewhere and going somewhere is the BEST. But then. No me. Just the bag. Just my human, into the metal box that rolls away, and I watched from the window until the window only had trees in it.
But now! My human is BACK. And my human smells INCREDIBLE. My human smells like grass and dirt and other feet and a strange oil that is not bacon but is interesting anyway, so interesting, I have smelled every part of the bag four times.
My human is different! My human moves slow now and breathes big and says a word, "namaste," a soft word, a good word, and lies down on a special mat on the floor which is MY thing, the floor is MY thing, and does the stretchy pose that dogs invented. The down one! The nose-to-floor one! I do this every morning by the water bowl! My human learned it somewhere far away with the grass smell and I am SO PROUD.
My human is calm. My human is happy. I can tell because the shoulders are low and the voice is honey. My human went all the way somewhere to find the thing I already knew, which is: lie on the floor, breathe, love whoever is closest.
I am closest.
My human opened arms and I ran the whole hallway, all of it, top speed, and there is a treat coming. I can hear the bag.