Why is it that the state of being the sole canine in a household is referred to as "only dog?" As if to say that there being "just one dog" is a forlorn condition fraught with sorrow and sulking about the house?
I admit that the night Momma absconded with the Relentlessly Huge only to return with his collar and a curiously painful expression on her face I was a bit put off.
In the weeks since, I have had the odd moment of yearning myself for the days when Mango stumbled around the house and provided yours truly with entertainment and companionship.
But life goes on, does it not? And I will be honest that I am enamored with the benefits of being top dog.
For starters, I am getting many more walkies during which we range further afield. Sure, there is the odd photo opportunity with which I need to indulge the DOH (as in the picture below entitled "black lab sitting in construction related donut").
|Can we please move along now?|
But that's a small price to pay for the adventure of new things to snuffle and the rush of trotting along at a brisk pace for miles on end.
Almost daily, I can now play with my stuffies for as long as I want and while I am content to buck and tussle with them on my own, I do also love the extra umph provided by encouraging my humans to give one the occasional toss.
|Wild boar alert!|
I am, however, confounded by the fact that my morning supply of cheese food has been cut off and persist in casting mournful glances at the cold box.
Being the guardian of the estate is not all fun and games. Yours truly has rather reluctantly taken up the task of waiting on the deck for momma to come home. Why, I wonder, does this require being outdoors when the sight of my happy face in the warmth and comfort of the interior would certainly be equally joyful for her after a hard day of sitting in her cubicle and muttering HBO words (sometimes I fear, not as quietly as she ought).
|Hurry up, lady, who knows what might be lurking in the dark?|
But on the whole, life is good for yours truly. I am sleeping much better now and so is momma. I go to daycare twice each and every week to visit with my pals. I get to have snuggle and wrestling sessions to my heart's content and I am back to the selfless activity of doing odd behaviors in return for cookies.
Now, given that save for the year after Raja crossed over the bridge, momma and master have been a multi-dog family for over two decades, it seemed only natural to inquire as to their intentions along those lines.
"Oh Dexter," replied momma, "I am really enjoying getting to know you right now. If the time comes that another dog makes sense, we will all know it, but for now, I like our family of three."
Smart lady, my momma.
P.S. We have been quite remiss in visiting blogs of late. While I realize that momma was never very consistent it seems that recently looking at posts from some of our dearest friends causes her to become quite weepy and mournful for her ridiculously large companion. So, I am being patient and I hope you will be as well.