The Life and Times of Ruin "Whitey" Handsome

The Winter of my Discontent

Here I sit, alone. I know not if the chill I feel to my core is from the winter weather, or from her absence. This morning we ventured into the frozen concrete jungle and plotted our way on the bitterly cold path, the salt scalding my paws as her inevitable daily departure would later scald my heart. Too soon our walk ended and we returned. Our eyes met and as she bid me goodbye, I felt the familiar pain of loss; the bittersweet pleasure of her embrace and the longing I was soon to feel. I struggled to maintain a semblence of stolidity and fluttered my tail briefly.
NowI stare out the window at the stark winter landscape as bleak daylight turns grey and finally black. There is no time as a dog, no abstract ability to compare now to then and to contemplate the future. All I have is now, and each moment is punctuated by my utter boredom and loneliness. However, I know that darkness brings my lady home, and I eagerly await her arrival and the kibble I am sure to receive.