08/17/2026
THIS IS MY HOOMAN
This is my Hooman.
There are many like him, but this one is mine.
My Hooman is my family.
He gives me food.
He gives me shelter.
He gives the best scratches.
My Hooman goes to work,
but I know he will return.
I will wait by the door.
I will listen for his footsteps.
I will know his truck from every other truck on the street.
My Hooman protects me,
so I will protect him.
I will bark when strangers approach.
I will investigate every suspicious noise.
I will defend the house from squirrels, mailmen,
and that one guy who walks past every afternoon.
My Hooman thinks he owns the house.
He is mistaken.
I own the house.
He simply pays the bills.
My Hooman is my best friend.
I will follow him into the yard,
into the kitchen,
into the bathroom,
and absolutely anywhere food might be involved.
When he is happy, I am happy.
When he is sad, I stay beside him.
When he is sick, I become his nurse.
And when he says,
“Who wants to go for a ride?”
I am ready.
I am loyal.
I am faithful.
I am fearless.
I am his Sammy Nyx.
And he is my Hooman.
