Ball of Fluff

I was over at my friends house today and I spotted his dog. I noticed one thing. Every time he got bored he would go right to where he was sitting in this picture, gazing out the window. He sees what we don't, I wish I could look through his eyes. Maybe he sees a magical palace, stretching as far as the eye can see. Maybe he sees a dazzling fireworks show, dancing shades of light. Maybe he sees his family, and all the ones he's loved, or maybe he just stares out the window, watching the rain fall, just waiting, waiting for something to happen.