Missing out
I’m missing out. Mum spent yesterday in the village where we all used to live. She got to see lots of people I know and be around places I used to love. She saw some of my favourite people of all time and I wasn’t included.
Why didn’t she take me? I realise you don’t know the answer to that, but she’s not around for me to ask her. Ok, so I find crowds difficult and I do now have a tendency to bark incessantly when stressed, but I could have tried. I shall have so many questions for her when she comes home. The problem is that she won’t be able to answer them all. Have you ever asked a human how somewhere or someone smelled? They just look at you like you’re stupid, but these things are important to a dog.
Today makes it worse
Today only goes to make it worse. It’s father’s day and I won’t spend it with Dad. Not only that, but he’s seeing my human brothers and I’m not.
It’s not the same for Pebbles. She never lived in our old village and she’s never lived with our human brothers. I guess I should probably feel sorry for her having missed out on so many good things. She would have liked it. Perhaps I can take her up there to see what it’s like and tell her all about some of the wonderful times we all used to have when we were a pack of four dogs. I think she’s have enjoyed those times.
If Pebbles will sit still for long enough later, I might spend some time telling her all about how life used to be. I don’t think she and Shadow would have got on, but she’d have loved Alfie and Aristotle – it was hard not to.
Love and licks
Wilma
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