Neglect of the Craft

Sorry kids, for a wannabe writer, I sure don't have much to say lately. So, here's a story about a puppy.

The Hopeless Endeavor
Buddy awoke with a start. His ears perked up and he turned his head back and forth like the mighty fuzzy radar dome that it was. There it was again. A creak. A squeak. It came from the bed up stairs. He was sure of it.
Buddy leaped to his tiny brown and white feet and scampered to the foot of the stairs and looked up. The distance to the top was as daunting as ever.
“Arf,” he said. It was a very tiny and high pitched sound because Buddy was just a little puppy. He was only ten weeks old which really isn’t a very long time to take in the world.
“It’s going to be fine,” said Felix, the cat perched very daintily up on the banister. His face was sly and his tail ticked back and forth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. He looked down on the young puppy with an eyebrow raised so that he appeared very wise.
“Arf arf,” said Buddy. His tongue was falling out of his mouth in an inquisitive manner.
“Just like yesterday, and the day before, he’s going to get up and go to work,” said Felix. “It’ll be the same routine forever, kid. You might as well get use to it.” But he could see that the puppy just didn’t get it. Buddy began mounting the stairs one by one. They were tall enough that he had to stand as high as he could and kick and kick to climb each one. It’s been the same thing every morning since Buddy came to stay here.
Buddy reached the top of the stairs and bounded full speed into the bedroom, little yip-yips coming from his tiny snout. He took a flying leap onto the pile of clothes, jumped from there to the large chest at the end of the bed and on up to the covers. Before his owner’s eyes were even open he was licking his face and nibbling on his ears. The man shook his face around and made the sounds people make when they are awakened by slobbery little tongues.
“Huh, heh, quit it, dog.”
Dogs think of all things as indefinite. If you start to scratch a dog on the belly, he has no reason to believe that you’ll ever stop. Which is why he acts so aghast if you do. It’s also why they act like they do when you leave. They don’t believe that you’ll ever return. No matter how long you’re gone, even if you forget your keys and have to come back inside, they go nuts upon seeing you again.
This time Bubby was determined. He wasn’t going to let his owner leave. The man pushed the little ball of fur over onto his back, but buddy was up just as quickly and back at it. Felix sat just outside the doorway and watch, amused, as the owner picked up the puppy and put him on the floor. There, Buddy proceeded to run around and around in a little circle yipping until he lost footing and fell over. The man got out of bed, stepped over the puppy and walked passed the cat and into the hallway. Buddy ran after and was just barely too late to get his head into the bathroom door before it closed. He stood on the dark wood floor boards and growled at the crack in the door. The cat slinked up behind and sat down.
“Why must you do this every morning?” he meowed moodily. A few minutes later the tall human came out of the bathroom and strolled back into his bedroom. Buddy ran in and grabbed a sock before his owner got the other on his foot and ran under the bed.
“Buddy…” he groaned. He reached under the bed and pulled the sock out, puppy and all. “Felix, can’t you mind him for just a few minutes?”
“Meow,” said the cat.
“Arf,” said the puppy.
After a few more minutes Buddy’s owner was dressed and ready to go. “It’s all right, Buddy. I’ll be back this afternoon.” The puppy defiantly grabbed the edge of a towel between his tiny jaws and in one final attempt to thwart his owner’s leaving, gave it a mighty shake.
“Okay, Buddy, I’ll see you later,” his owner said. And before Buddy even knew what happened, the man was down the stairs and out the door.