Ms. Victor Reads inspired me to write a previously shared story from my dog’s perspective. I thought, “What a great idea!” This is Carson the Houdini retold from Carson’s perspective.
It’s a Monday morning, and mom is not leaving?! She normally leaves every Monday through Friday and doesn’t come back for a long time. I have never figured out where she actually goes though. Well, I’m counting this as a win.
I wiggle out of bed. I cannot wait to go for a walk! Get my leash on already.
She puts on my leash, and we head outside. I’m so happy to be out in the fresh air! Hmm…we’re walking a little further than we normally walk. I wonder where we are going? Oh well, I’m just happy to be going to a long walk. I think I smell a squirrel. Yep. SQUIRREL! She pulls me away. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, you bushy tailed rodent!
We’re stopping on the corner. Mom says, “Sit.” I sit. She says, “Stay.” I stay. What is she doing with my leash? Why is she tying it to the fence? What is happening? I look up. She is leaving. Where is she going? Why did she leave me?!
I start to panic but try to calm myself down. She’s never done this before. She’s never left me out on the street without another person. Deep breaths… she’ll be back. I know she will.
Thirty seconds pass.
Okay. It’s been wayyyyyy too long. I can’t breathe. Where is she? Panting. Did she just leave me here? For anyone to take me? Panting faster. Did she go home without me? How could she? Panting on overdrive.
Maybe she just forgot. Maybe she’s waiting on me. I have to get home to her. She will be wondering where I am. I look around. I wiggle a little. I think I can squeeze out of this contraption I’m in. I think I can just pull backwards. Puuuuulllllllllll.
I did it! I’m free! Now…. which direction is home?
I look up and down the street. I know exactly where to go. This is my hood. I take a left and dart up the sidewalk. People are trying to grab me. What are they doing? I knew someone would try to take me. Why did she leave me? Does she not want me anymore?
I pick up my speed. I have to get back home as fast as I can. Mom is waiting on me. She is definitely really worried by now. This was just a terrible mistake.
I start to recognize some trees, some fire hydrants. I’m getting closer to home.
Wait… I hear something. Was that my name? No. Keep running. Don’t lose focus. Home is just around the corner.
Another person tries to slow me down. What are they doing? Trying to pet me? Trying to catch me?
“Carson….” I definitely just heard something that time. I freeze.
“CARSON!” That’s me! And it sounds like it is coming from….. a familiar voice.
“CARSON!” That has to be my mom! I turn around.
It is! I see her. I have to get to her. I run full speed. No one can stop me.
She grabs me. Her smell is delightful. I can’t stop panting and licking her in the face. What is that salty taste on her cheeks? Is she crying?
To my surprise, she picks me up. This is not very comfortable, but I don’t want to make her cry anymore, so I squirm a little to get somewhat settled in her arms.
Where was she? She definitely wasn’t in our apartment. Phew… I’m just glad I found her. This was definitely all a terrible mistake.
Next thing I know, she’s putting me down, putting my leash on me, and walking into the apartment. Boy am I tired.
I drink some water and collapse on the floor. That sure was an adventure!
