– dahlia

all alone and so I sit

wonder if that’s all there is to it.

Elroy manages to get his toy and throw it over his head so that it rests behind him and the inside of the couch, and he then he twists his head around trying to get it; plays a game where the toy is trying to get away from him . . . but it is his own motion which puts the toy into motion and then he has to catch it. Then when he gets bored with this game, which is inevitable, though his threshold is not quite as low as mine, he brings it to me and either barks or looks at me with soulful eyes so that I  pick up the slobber-drenched thing and drag him around with it some. Fun as it sounds, it can only stimulate one for so long. The point is that I guess he’s pretty good at keeping his own company, or making you his company if not. He can always sleep for 23 hours of the day if nothing else is going on. He does need a playmate, though. He loves hanging out with other dogs, running ragged, playing as much as they can.

We both miss Dave and I need to get a life, or learn the art of sleeping without the inherent guilt.

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