I feel like a dog on a porch

Everyday I wait patiently, never moving

for even a glimpse of my master,

"Are you here yet?!" I think while wagging my tail,

After a week my tail has stopped, and my head has slumped

But once my master has looked at me, all my energy rushes back

"Master, it is so good to see you!"

I scream while licking her face and wagging my tail

I jump and play, and do anything to get her attention

But a second later she leaves, saying

"Be a good dog while I'm away." Patting my head and closing the door

But I wait, and wait, and wait, for I am her dog on the porch.