Barnaby waits by the sidewalk crack. A paper bag rustles. He gulps down a piece of bread.
Each morning, the paper bag appears. Barnaby trots to the same spot, ears perked.
The person tosses a treat. Barnaby catches it mid-air. Crunch. Happy.
A gust of wind scatters the crumbs. Barnaby chases a floating leaf.
The person laughs. A warm hand pats Barnaby's head. He sniffs out every hidden crumb.
A loud bang! A metal sign topples from a fence. Barnaby jumps back.
The person grabs the collar and yanks him back. The sign crashes down. Barnaby's tail stays tucked.
That evening, the person opens a cardboard box lined with old blankets. Barnaby curls up. He rests his head on the person's shoe. Safe.