I walk around the cage. I don't know what led me to bring the pup home. though he reminds me more of a bird.

He stares at me from inside the cage. I can see him examining me when I am working. But when I turn back, he holds eye contact for a little and then cracks a smile.

He seems to be able to melt away all of my worries.

"Miss, how was your day?"

"Miss, did you miss me?"

"Miss, what do you want to do to me?"

He teases me, constantly.

I draw a line.

"You don't need to know, puppy."

"You wish."

"Hmm. Who says I want to do anything with you. I just like how animals seem to be drawn to you."

I leave the cage open. Sometimes I push him. Some times demand he walk away.

I seem to confuse him alot.

Yet he listens to everything I ask.

On some days we simply sxchange words of commands between us.

And he is on his way.

He never asks for anything more.

I like him for that. Yet it irks me.

Yet I feel often that I have control over his every breath.

A pure form of connection.

I will sometimes go up to his cage and pat his head. And when he leans in. I pull away.

I can see how vexd he gets when I do that.

It is a combination of pleasure and bitterness when I see that.

Seeing him distrought due to my rejection. However a bit of anger that he doesn't beg for more.

What a strage pair of Miss and Puppy we are.