Five hours have passed, I am desperate.
Ripping all the shoes, completing my job.
Bark, Bark, Bark
Now I start to worry...
I feel anxious.
I already ran around the garden.
Bark, Bark, Bark
Is she dead? What about my food?
Six hours of extreme anxiety.
She arrives.
I’ve stopped my job.
No more barking.
She is here with me,
I am finally tranquil.
For a moment I thought I had lost her.
She is my muse,
My reason for living!
She is my hero!
Three years and six hours we've lived together,
Passing through so much.
Yet never have I told her anything.
Not a word.
She’ll be amazed.
She’ll surely panic.
She needs to know that not only can I hear,
But I can also answer back.
For the first time in years
I will finally stop barking and have a voice.
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