This is Ozkar.
He belongs to my youngest child.
But he lives in my heart and my house.
His mom went away.
She went to Alaska.
She has been gone 2 weeks.
While she has been gone, Oz has been...
He has trouble with his cousins.
They are girls.
They play hard in the evenings.
He told me he thinks his mom is
She left him here, in a new house,
in new surroundings,
and he is lonely.
Ozkar gets tired of playing with the girls.
He wants his mommy to come home.
He watches the door.
I think I can hear him scream.
He has a high pitched girly bark
Oz can scream loud.
I don't understand how his mom can't hear him.
Is she listening?
He stands guard.
Where is she?
He sniffs the air.
He is "smelling" for her.
In the hours of waiting he has kept me company.
He sits by my feet.
He lays next to me on the couch.
He is near me every hour of every day.
"Momma, come home"