Lonely Buddy

It was the day after that I had been living with Nana for 1 week and she and her doogs went back to their home.

In the morning, I went to the kitchen and I heard some noise from behind the door.

The room behind the door is the laundry room.

There is not only a washing machine and a dryer but also shelves that store daily necessities and Buddy’s bed.

He usually is in the garden but before he sleeps, he moves to this bed in the laundry room and sleeps.

Buddy is?

I realized the noise but I didn’t care and made coffee.

Then…

( the rustling sounds were Buddy tearing things up and knock things over.)

What?!!

I was surprised and curious about what happened so I opened the door to the laundry room.

There were…

Buddy~!!💦

It was messy. Snack packages and sponges of matt that had been dropped and chewed by Buddy and were scattered everywhere.

Actually, something similar happened when I first arrived here.

However, it was the first time I saw the place immediately after the incident because I usually had seen the place when Father is cleaning or after he finished cleaning.

Moreover, he had never scattered stuff during the week because he had stayed outside with Nana’s dogs at night too.

Also, he started to cry in the night.

Come to think of it, I remembered that Father said that Buddy cried a lot at night because he’s lonely.

He was a puppy, he was only about 3 months old.

My host parents tried reviewing the arrangement of things and warned repeatedly to make him aware that it was not good.

Also, due to his own growth, I think the number of times the laundry room is messed up by him has been decreasing.

But, once if it happens, it turns into chaos.

I open the door without knowing anything and scream.

>>> Buddy!!💦 (( It’s crazy!! ))<<<