charley.

It is a sunny day, just like usual. But today’s slightly different. John and I are going to the Yellowstone Park. I have never been to anywhere that far before, except the one time that I almost got washed away by a river, but anyway, I am all excited about this.

As we reached the gate, there is a man rambling something about a bear. I have no idea what his point is. All I am thinking is running around in the huge park to strength out limbs. My long legs are all tense and stiff because of stay in indoor all the time. Finally, John and the man finish their pointless talking and take me into the park.

As we walk, I sense a feeling of danger. I persuade myself into believing that I am just being paranoid. Suddenly, a giant bear pop out in front of me, and scare the crap out of me. Probably is the hormone or other thing in my body, I feel so strong and brave all of the sudden.

I barked.

And barked

And barked.

finally everything is calm as before again. only one thing is different.

I turned to look at John. He is looking at me with this weird look, as if he couldn't even recognize me no more.

I bark at John again, wish to scare him and wash away that look on his face.

I don't get this. How come John doesn't know what kind of dog I am?