Good Dog

My owner isn't a good one. He forgets to feed me. We rarely go on walks, let alone play anything together. I am jealous of the other dogs at the dog park. When I decided to run away, I felt free for a few seconds, I felt hopeful about the future, I felt like I could find someone to take proper care of me. But then I heard the lonely cry of my owner calling my name. As lonely and starved I feel, I couldn't shake the feeling that leaving was a mistake. He loves me. He pets me. He hugs and kisses me. He let's me sleep in his bed. No matter my feelings, it's not fair to him. No matter how neglected I feel, I can't help to come back.