The longing of a puppy to be free of his cage.
Every day since before I could remember I’ve been in this cage. People come by all day long checking me out. I wag my tail every single time. I bounce back and forth. One day I’ll get out of the cage. One day I’ll get to run around free and clear. One day…
The people watch me. The kids bounce as their response, but I hear words like, “Too noisy.” or “Too rambunctious.” I have no idea what those words mean. Still I dance back and forth looking for someone, anyone to open the door and let me be free.
I paw at the ground, whimpering for the freedom. The kids still coo back. I bark and get startled looks. Jumping and barking, I turn to the door. I know they can let me out. I can be free. If only they just get this door open.
All my joys become fulfilled when one of those ladies who fed me comes by key in hand. I can finally be free. I can finally run like the wind. She walks me onward deeper into the place versus the normal direction of outside.
On a table I go, mask clasped to my face. I want to bounce, to shout, to run around and play, but the gas makes me sleepy. My body goes into a forced rest, but my mind still begs to be let outside. They just cannot hear me.
When I finally wake back up, my body does not bother with hindering me on my way outside. I can pass right through the walls and into the bright sunlight. I’m free! I can run like the wind. I can finally run!