A Doxie Wait

He lays on the very edge of the cushion on the couch. Tail and back leg hanging along the side. His head flat curled along his paw. Listening for a sound or motion the slightest movement to need attention. Chubby little belly never eating breakfast unless it's mine shared. He waits patient hanging out for those moments of play not yet ready. A bark voicing his annoyance at trucks or cars on the road passing by. Once, twice those soulful big brown eyes look straight at me staring to get my attention. He waits patient and persevering hopeful of my rising from the chair. There it is and now the ball is in play. A yawn, a burp, a stinky silent fart and he's ready to play the companions part straight from that tiny heart.