Well ... Duke left with SonOne yesterday as planned. As much as I know I didn't want to spend winter with him and his high-energy needs for outdoorness ... somehow I was hoping he wouldn't go.
He was so happy seeing SonOne tho. He was so cute. Seeing a large dog be wiggly happy is a wonderful sight to see. At one point, while we were loading things up into SonOne's pickup, SonOne was walking in front of me down the hallway, and Duke was in the middle. He's supposed to walk behind you as if he were on a leash, and SonOne said "Back", meaning get back behind him. Duke looked back at me, and ran around to be behind me, but he was so excited, so he ran up behind SonOne again, which made him in front of me. I didn't say a word, cause the torch is passing back to SonOne, but Duke was a study in happiness and confusion on his face. He didn't know who the boss was and who he was supposed to walk behind, so he just stayed in the middle, wiggling the whole time between us. He was like "Look, mom, he's here, he back, I love him, oh, but I love you too, oh my all this love, what I am going to do with it all, lions and tigers and bears oh my! What do I do with it all?!
I could have sworn I heard him whine to go outside this morning - I even got up to check.
I can't believe how much space that dog took up. Muttin/Jeff seem so happy, and calmer, now that they're not competing for attention. Jeffrey in particular was so jealous, that he glued himself to me whenever I sat down on the couch, just so Duke couldn't have that space, even tho Duke never sat next to me on the couch, (until the last week or so). Where is Jeffrey sleeping now? Down at the other end of the couch, in his dog bed, where he's supposed to be.
Duke is a really good dog, and very cool. The only thing that drove me mad was his refusal to get out of the way when I wanted to move somewhere within the apartment. Granted, it's small in here. So the sense of freedom walking in and out the door now is amazing - I don't have to watch or wait for him to get out of my way. He was so sensitive about his stupid tail - having to step around him was a constant pain, cause if you got anywhere near his tail, he acted as if he'd just woken up from a bad dream where an axe-chopper was standing over him. And seeing as how I was the one who was looming over him when he acted like this - he and I had our moments. One time, after he had startled me cause I had startled him, I yelled at him "Oh for Christ's sake, man up a little!" And he seemed to for a few days, regulating my efforts to step over him as me ... simply stepping over him. Sheesh. But it didn't last long.
Anyways. I am missing him already. GreenishLady lost her dog, Trixie, the other day, and it's just an awful thought ... losing these pets of ours that fill up our world sooo much and so completely.
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