Paul Auster

The next morning, they all flew off in different directions. A bus stopped in front of the house at a quarter to eight and took Alice to school. Forty minutes after that, Dickens left for the airport (...) and then (...) Polly (drove) Tiger to his morning play group. Mr Bones could scarcely believe what was happening. Was this wat life was going to be like around here ?, he wondered. Were they simply going to abandon him in the morning and expect him to fend for himself all day ? It felt like an obscene joke. He was a dog built for companionship, for the give-and-take of life with others, and he needed to be touched and spoken to, to be part of a world that included more than just himself.