October 21st 2012 3:23 pm
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Oldest Lad stopped by on Friday, for his first visit since moving away. I wiggled myself so hard that I am surprised that I did not turn myself inside out, or into a Pennie Knot. Then I settled into a funk. I was simply not fooled. I slept all night with Oldest Lad, snuggled close, but I just "knew" that this was just a visit. I knew this was NOT like when he lived at University and even though Oldest Lad seldom slept at home; MY HOME was still Oldest Lad's Home. No. I spent Saturday looking terrible, and Mom put my Thundershirt on me. Oldest Lad did buy me a giant pizzle, before he left to go back to Louisville. I appreciated the thought, but I am still depressed.

Sophie, on the other paw, acted very disturbing. Sophie has always been "obsessed" with Oldest Lad, as opposed to "loving" Oldest Lad, as I do. Sophie is NOT the type of dog who goes around licking people. She rarely gives kisses. All Friday night, she kept TASTING Oldest Lad on his head. There is no better description. Oldest Lad would get up to get something; he'd return and Sophie would TASTE him on his head. All night long, whenever Oldest Lad changed his sleep position; Sophie would TASTE him. Granted, Oldest Lad had given himself an incredibly bad, but highly affordable (he did it himself) buzz haircut, which DOES feel good on the canine tongue, but Sophie went beyond just enjoying the roughness upon her tongue. It made me thing of Gollum, and The Ring, "My Precious," from "The Lord of the Rings," by JRR Tolkien. It was just plain creepy to keep witnessing Sophie TASTE Oldest Lad, every few minutes.