I’m always saying that Raymond seems to like everyone better than me.
When people come to visit he hops and jumps on them.
When I come home, nuthin’.
Well this morning something wonderful happened.
David sent me an email, “Coffee?”
This means come on over and sit on my terrace while I read aloud parts of the paper that insult Obama.
“Sure” I said, “My coffee will be ready in a minute but I’ll bring the boys over.” which I did.
Elvis casually sauntered over while Ray ran over and jumped around David trying to kiss him.
Then I went back to my house and got my coffee.
It was about 10 minutes until I returned.
When I did, Raymond was sitting on David’s lap looking tiny.
As soon as he saw me he jumped off and ran to me jumping and hopping.
That’s when I realized. Maybe he doesn’t get excited when I come home because he expects me to be there. When I left him alone at David’s, maybe he was afraid that I was going to leave him there just as he’d been left before.
I’m not worried any more. I know my dog loves me as much as I loved him the moment Julie showed me the picture of of him in the pound.