A dog's life

The dog lay on the porch motionless, one eye open, surveying the road in front of him.
He could feel the man before he could see him. He could feel fear, the man's fear. When the man came into view about one hundred yards down the road the dog stirred slightly, his ears perking up for just a second. The man continued walking in the direction of the house. The man, who had been looking down while he walked, looked up for the first time and noticed the dog on the porch. The man altered his course slightly towards the far side of the road. The dog was still lying motionless, but he was now wide awake and poised. The man stared at the dog and quickened his pace. An almost imperceptible growl started deep down in the dog's stomach and moved into his throat. The man thought he noticed the dog baring his teeth, he once again quickened his pace while looking around for a stick, or a stone, anything he could use as a weapon. The dog's growl became more guttural, his every muscle tightened. The dog was ready to move. The man was starting to panic.

The front door to the house opened. The dog heard his master's voice. It was his master's food voice. The dog paused for a second and considered his options. His master's food voice called him one more time and the dog got up and went into the house, he was starved.