What Do Dogs Dream About? - By Rensis Schmitt
Laying on the cherry wood floor, the canine waited. Anticipating the arrival of his master. 
The only sound filling the small room, a ticktock of a wall clock. One of those cheap ones you'd find at a supermarket. The large dog sat, eyes fixed on the door, unmoving. Any minute now. The door would open and his master would arrive. Master didn't bring anything special, just his company was enough. Left without it the canine turned to wailing and whimpering. 
Anxious, the dog stood, eyes still fixed on the door. Seconds went buy, then minutes. Still, silence. The canine began to pace, his long nails clanking on the floor. 
The ticktocking clock seemed to get louder, trying to compete with the dog's nails.
More time passed, feeling like a wave of needles. The canine slumped to the floor. 
Again, staring to the barrier between loneliness and comfort. The door became an enemy. A rival for attention. The canine quickly stood up, heckles raised like a flag.
His narrow snout twisted into a face worthy of the devil. Quickly the animal struck at the door, smashing his snout into the sturdy wooden frame. Staggering backwards, 
warm red fluid ran down his panting mouth. Panting, blood ran down his tongue and pooled beneath him. The tall enemy stood firm, now glaring back. Laying his head to the floor, the torn soldier gave in. Unable to find a will to fight. He closed his eyes and allowed the blood to seep deep into his grey fur. 
From behind the barrier came a clash of sound. Loud metals and plastics filled the ticktocking silence. Vision blurred and balance off, the canine stood, waiting, watching for master. The barrier clicked and began to move, blowing crisp air into the waiting animal's moistened face. Master was home. Finally home.
In rushed a tall figure, nothing special to note, just an average man of average stature. But a companion. The dog sprang after him, bouncing and panting. Blood flecked about and he fell to the floor on a number of occasions, but was too excited to care. The human made for a tall table set the plastic down and turned to the barrier.
The large dog froze, master was to leave again? Weaving between the humans legs the dog began to whimper loudly. The human became annoying and attempted to step over the whining animal.
Before his balance set in, the average man fell, and a loud crunch drown out the ticktocking.
The canine stood, frozen. Master did not move, perhaps master wanted to stay anyway? 
Curled beside the average man, the large dog licked his wounds. Master didn't leave again, he never left again. Master was always there, to keep the lonely canine company.