How My Dog Feels About the Quarantine
Please, please, please let me in!
We have a college across the street from our house. A big, sprawling area with paths, buildings, and, best of all, a large grassy area where my dog loves to run and catch a tennis ball.
Up until a few weeks ago, that’s what we did almost every day.
And then they CLOSED. THE. SCHOOL.
There is netting across the open spaces in the fence. I could easily rip it and sneak in. And probably avoid the campus police who are patrolling the area. I’m not sure what they would do to me. If anything. But I don’t want to take the chance.
Now my dog, on the other hand, really doesn’t care about the repercussions. She stares through the fence, tail swinging like a metronome, and I know this is what she is thinking.
Please, please, please, let’s go inside. There is no one in there. Not even a squirrel. You can throw my ball for me and I’ll chase it and bring it back. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just run and run and run with it. Why can’t we go inside?
I keep hearing this word “Quarantine” but it doesn’t mean anything new to me. I’m always stuck in the house unless we’re out here in the fresh air.
And that grass is so inviting.
