Oh, Rowlo

"Ah, yes. She’s letting me out! It’s potty time, but first... I must howl."

"I am just so excited; we are going to play all day l—. She said she’s going to this work place again. I hate that place, whatever it is. I’m bored and she’s just now leaving. Also, where is my cookie?"

Rowlo gently steps inside with the door closing swiftly behind him. He slowly inches towards the food bowl and realizes Mom forgot his favorite cookie. "This is the third time this week, Mom! Mom?" Spinning in small circles, it's evident that he's alone. "Oh."

Lightly pouncing through the house to find his favorite toy, he begins ripping it to sheds in anger. "Why does she leave me? I'm going to never talk to her again!" Angrily whipping his head in circles, red squeaky plush in mouth, the ear flies off an soars across into the kitchen. Jogging after the flying toy, the garbage can catches Rowlos eye. "Hmm? Cookie?" Forgetting all about his red squeaky, climbing up onto the side of the silver can and ripping it to the floor in hopes of finding something he wanted with no acceptable outcome. The trashcan was empty! "Today is not my day," he howls.

Defeated, he glides onto the couch and falls asleep for a bit before waking up to a startling noise. "It's him!" Jumping up into the window, he sees his daily friend: mailman. Making loud squeaking noises and howling at the not-so-intruding intruder, Rowlo wags his tail with glee believing that he has saved the house again. "That's so much better. Mom would be proud."

Happily striding back into the kitchen to eat and drink, he realizes it's time for a nap on the rug, then the couch, then the bed. Above the bed, lands a cardinal on the window sill singing the song nature granted him. One eye from Rowlo opens slowly. "I think not." Jumping up to paw at the window politely, "Excuse me, but I'd like quiet time. I'm sleeping." After a few seconds, the cardinal sings louder and Rowlo realizes it's time to move back into the living room. Luckily, his red squeaky was waiting for him on the rug.

Swinging and ripping the rest of the squeaky apart, there is now tons of cotton on the floor. "Perfect. Since Mom left me, she can clean my mess too!" Zooming off, he accepts his loneliness and rolls around on the floor. Mid roll, he stops and lays for a moment contemplating how long Mom has been gone. "She's been gone for days. I want her to throw the ball. I need pets!" With these abrupt thoughts, he begins running in circles and zooming between the rooms. With this burst of energy, he will run until his legs can't carry him anymore so he can sleep the rest of today.

A loud noise crashes in the background followed by a beep. "Mom. MOM." Running to the garage door, he realizes those are the sounds of the car. Howling and yipping with joy, the door slowly opens with a large smile and light head pat.

"Rowlo, I went to buy more cookies! Were you a good boy?" The startling realization of the cotton in the living room set in, but letting her know before she sees it ensure no cookies. He wags his tail and smiles a bit while being rewarded with his favorite cookie. "Such a good boy," she praises as she walks into the kitchen. Rowlo runs off into the back room to inhale his cookie he had been longing for all day long.

"Rowlo! What is this? What a mess! I was only gone for 45 minutes!"