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I bounded up like a dog,

Welcoming

Her into where I cannot leave.

I rub my head against her

And lick her face, barking with

Glee and enthusiasm.

May I help you with anything?

I say

Retrieve, fetch, guide, take.

No, no no no, no no

No,

I am fine.

She does not smile.

I am scolded.

But still I wag and lick and pant,

I still smile, okay, no problem,

And I try

To hide

The anxiety in my eyes,

Bad dog bad dog bad dog

The dog whistle blows,

I am expected not to hear,

I must not show that

It hurts me.

She knows that I can hear,

She knows I cannot growl,

She walks out and

I wait for my master to grant me

Freedom.