Walk

Day before yesterday nobody took me out for a walk. I waited all day but they didn't. Dad went out alone and then came back after a few hours. He looked tired. But still I wanted him to take me out. Once in a while he does that. I don't understand why but on those days he looks exhausted and keeps talking to himself with that small glowing rock stuck to his ears. At times it worries me a lot. Then I lick his head as he lies down to rest. Mom also talks to herself with that glowing rock. They also keep looking at the rock and touching it. Sometimes they point the rock at my face and then asks me to keep steady. May be it is some sort of magic ritual. Both of then spend a lot of time with the rock. I want then to play with me but they keep touching and looking at the glowing rock. Yesterday Mom took me out to the roof. Dad went out early morning as she was sleeping and returned back by afternoon. Going out with Dad is more fun for he doesn't mind me smelling the dirt. The dirt smells so interesting. Today he took me out. I met many of my friends. Roxy was there. He barked at me from his balcony. Then that strange dog was also there. The moment she sees Dad, he would stand on her hind legs and bring her front paws together. Why does she do that? She never barks. We sniffed each other. She seemed nervous. Then there's someone new in our lane. He came running towards me. Dad was there, I didn't budge. He looked at me and went away. He is young but courageous. I had a good time walking around the neighborhood. Dad never uses the leash. Now and then I look at him. He smiles or frowns and  I know how to behave. When he sits on his haunches, I run to him. As I said it is more fun with Dad. Mom worries a lot.