He and I went out last night. I got to meet his golden retriever. I’ve never liked having pets…..be they dogs, cats, fish, tortoise, anything. Sure, I’ve been occasionally mellowed by the sights of little puppies but the feelings usually pass very quickly. I’ve always felt that about the only purpose they serve is as food.
But she is different. She’s quite big, really well fed. Clean, golden fur. And she’s so docile. She isn’t aggressive. She didn’t do anything stupid like rest her teeth onto my legs or anything along that. The first time we met, she came up to me and I rubber her head. Then I knelt down and hugged her. I must be crazy, I think we connected.
Now I can’t stop thinking about her. Is this normal? I miss her. In fact, I miss her more than him. She’d make a good cuddle when I sleep. Sigh
