It is 6:15 a.m. and my eyes are closed. The night was tough on my G.I. and I am no longer awake. My paws are no longer twittering. I am sueno. James is looking after me with tired eyes, but with a careful vigilant watch. I know this for a fact, because he loves me. He is my master and my trusted friend. The bond we share is a tight weave. Closely bound together since my eighth week in this world. Alexia and James picked me. From a liter of nine I was chosen and to be called Sundance from that point on.
There I am, on my way home with him to Santa Cruz, California. Discovery Bay was now a thing of my past and I most likely will forget my brother and sister, especially my mom. That's fine, because where I am headed the smell of ocean will replace the fertilized fields of Contra Costa.
