After the Escape

Where did she go?
She was right there, over there, she was.
Wasn't she?
He sniffs the air, then dashes through the flower bed and past the parking lot, then back.
Where is she?
Oh! There!
He scrambles through the leaves in a joyous hurry.
Not her?
He freezes in surprise.
She left him?
Where, where, where?
His ears close and his anxiety expands like a big bubble filling him.
Oh, no!
Too many scents bombard him, the wrong scents, not her.
Bad dog!
But  to run is such happiness.
And now he is scared and not anywhere and why did he run?
Always running, whenever he can.
Running!
Then coming, to her with her frown, her beautiful frown.
Where did she go?
He floats inside his panic, whimpering.