The Chase

He sleeps. All curled up in his little bed, nose protected beneath the covers and every once in awhile, a bark emerges shrill and calling out as little feet start running in place. Some phantom image, a squirrel perhaps disappearing ahead of him as he pauses; suddenly awake exhausted from the quick chase. He peers trying to catch my eye with a questioning look - did you see it? Almost caught one, they were running in our yard. I'll sleep now until you're readyt and we can chase some more.