Goldie's Biscuits

Goldie looked longingly up at the top of the refrigerator. There, she could see the edge of the red doggie biscuit box. A little bit of drool seeped along the side of her mouth. She whined and whimpered, but her owner had left for work earlier that day.

“Yip,” Goldie barked. Her little chihuahua body trembled for only a moment before she looked down at the recently swept kitchen floor. She wasn’t going to get the biscuits that way.

She sniffed around for anything she might snack on, but only came to her food bowl. Really crunchy dry food was inside, next to it was her water bowl filled with sparkling fresh water. She licked up some water and ate one bite of her food.

Again, she looked up at the fridge, sniffing the air with her snout. She instantly whipped her tail up and put her nose to the ground, following an unseen scent. Sniffing noisily around the kitchen and moving into the living room, she moved quickly, with her nose to the floor.

She turned left at the recliner, then right at the television. The only sound was her little dog paws padding around and the low hum of a few appliances. Her movements became more intense as she turned her head back and forth, letting her nose guide her path.

She stopped, only for a second, head up, ears pointed, looking at the window that faced the front yard and the road beyond. There’s a muffled engine sound of a passing car outside.

She went back to sniffing, moving more rapidly, closing in on what she smelled.

There, under the edge of the far end of the couch, was a small piece of a biscuit. It was too far under the couch for her to pick up with her mouth. She laid down sideways next to the couch. Then, reaching out her paws, she made digging motions towards the biscuit piece. It was just out of her reach. She tried to inch under the couch just a little, getting her slightly closer. It was still not enough, her little paws were still too far away.

Across from the couch, a rattling noise came from the front door. It opened with a loud click. Footsteps, keys, shuffling of bags and other muffled sounds come from the entrance. The door closes with a crisp clap.

The owner whistles. “Here Goldie, I’m home,” Halie says melodically.

Some rustling and scratching under the couch and Goldie whimpers. She is stuck.

“Oh, no, what happened Goldie,” She says. Halie goes over to the couch and Goldie's back legs are sticking out from under the couch and not much more. Her legs wiggle again and she whines.

“It’s okay girl, I gotcha,” she says as she gently lifts the end of the couch. Before she can pick up the dog, Goldie scrambles out, wagging her tail so strongly, her whole body wiggles back and forth.

Running back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, Goldie yips and barks loudly.

“Okay, okay. I know what you want Missy,” Halie laughs and heads to the kitchen. She stops at the counter and sets down her bag of groceries carefully. She starts to empty the bag out onto the counter. Goldie sits in the middle of the floor, the same spot she was earlier, and looks at the top of the refrigerator once more, the biscuit box still where it was. Goldie nudges her head forward while sniffing, and whimpers.

“Alright, you have suffered enough,” Halie says. She takes the biscuit box down from the fridge, sets it on the counter, and takes out two little biscuits. Goldie jumps up and wags furiously, making little whining sounds.

“Wait now, sit,” Halie holds one of the biscuits just above Goldie’s nose, waiting for a response. Goldie sits.

“Good dog,” Halie says. She gently hands the treat to Goldie and it is taken with care. Goldie bites into the crunchy treat swallowing every crumb.

“Last one, now lay down,” Halie commands, holding the last biscuit in a closed fist close to the floor. Goldie complies, laying down with her paws straight out in front of her.

“Alright, I have trained you well, good girl,” Halie handed her dog the biscuit and scratched behind Goldie’s little ears.