We have a houseguest.
Our K8 dropped by today along with the grandchilder and the dog.
They are gone home now but not the dog.
Woodja [Wouldya?] has decided to stay with us for a few days as a little holiday for himself.
He’s a lovely dog if a bit idiotic. He weighs near the ton but still thinks he’s a puppy. Not funny when he tries to jump on the lap or even have a quick shag.
He’s no substitute but he is great company.
And the house doesn’t feel so empty.
For a few days anyway.
Careful, tt. You’re letting your soft underbelly show.
After your last post Grandad, I started thinking about life, the universe and everything, about dogs and other animals I have known over the years, and about the nature of unconditional love and so forth … and then remembered one of the best illustrations of unconditional love I have ever read:
Shut your wife and your dog in the car boot for a couple of hours. When you open the boot, who is the more pleased to see you?
See? Says it all to me …
How is Woodja at driving the car?
you have a very kind daughter there and a very cute grand doggy
I was feeling for you after yesterdays post – I had to open the doors and windows, there seemed to be a lot of dust in the air as I read it.
Now today what do I see ?
Call it what you like but to me it sure looks like another dog. I’ll shut up now in case I say something I regret.
Caraticus – That is an excellent point. In fact I shall go so far as to put it to the test.
Ian – Fucking hopeless. He hasn’t even mastered the bicycle yet.
Cat – As daughters go I have had worse she’s not too bad. Though I had to bribe her to take the grandkids home as she wanted to leave them too.
Snookertony – He is indeed another dog [or maybe a small horse?]. He is here just for a couple of days to keep us company and lessen the pain. He is not a substitute [I am reconciled to the fact that there will never be another Sandy], but more of a distraction. The only problem now is that he seems to have settled in here a little too well!
There will never be another Sandy, but perhaps when you’re ready another friend will come to you. It was 3 years after I lost my Lassie before my second dog Zelda adopted me.
They were so totally different in personality but they both loved me and I them.
Meanwhile enjoy Woodja.
I’ve often said “I never met a dog I didn’t like.” Can’t say the same about people though. But it’s great to see all the animal lovers here. I guess it’s true that we do stick together and offer what help we can.
Nice one, K8!