The Puppy (written December 6, 2010)

He left me hanging.
I was a puppy, he my master.
I followed him everywhere, I wanted to make him happy.
And he seemed happy.
Always talking.
Always seeming like he cared.
And then as if I had done something wrong, messed up in some way he took me into the woods.
Me, still being a foolish puppy followed.
....
Then he stopped by a tree, tied a collar around my neck, my tail wagging the whole time.
Attached a leash to that collar and tied me to a big oak tree.
And there he left me.
Left me confused, and unsure about what would happen when night fell and the days to come.

I wrote this poem/ story thing on December 6, 2010 in my journal but when I went to put it online I cut parts of it out, edited it and replaced some words. Anyways, hope it was okay! :)

Edited and posted: January 9, 2011