Because clearly I don’t. I’m thinking I may have been selfish adopting Raymond. I”m not exactly what he wished for when he was in the pound singing “Where is Love”. He wants to run around.
His idea of fun is grabbing on to one of his toys and having someone else hold the other end while he growls and tries to pull their arms out of the sockets.
I do it but it doesn’t tickle. He’s a boy’s dog. He shouldn’t live with a 70 year old woman. I’m worried that he may be bored.
And it’s not just my imagination. Every time I take out the garbage he rushes over to David’s house and sits in front of his door.
It’s all a mystery to me.
Next week is Thanksgiving. The whole family will be coming here and there will be plenty of people to play rough with Raymond. He’ll love it.
But then it will be back to the old boring grind for him. Not that I’m going to do anything about it.
I’m wildly in love with him and whether he likes it or not he’s mine and he’s staying.
That is unless he meets some Japanese dog and goes off to live with her.