Play

Today the kids came over and took Sonnyboy out in the yard to… I don’t even know how to describe it… kind of play with him. They weren’t sure how to play with him. He wasn’t sure how to play with them. They screamed a lot and threw his bone in the air and ran around. He ran around a lot and jumped in the air (though not anywhere near where the bone was) when they threw the bone.

It looked like some weird dance.

And now he’s wiped out.

I wonder if he’s ever played with kids before? I mean, before we got him.

What a waste of a good dog. Every minute he wasn’t in a house where he was adored, it was such a waste.

One thought on “Play

  1. “What a waste of a good dog. Every minute he wasn’t in a house where he was adored, it was such a waste.”

    Ditto Javert.
    He’s got this huge, noble, loving heart….and was abused and/or neglected so badly as a puppy that it’s left him chronically unstable and deeply distrustful of strangers, acquaintances, and many friends. But I feel you on that closing line there. Even now, six years of having him, he is STILL learning how to love and be loved.
    If he’d been loved as a pup, I can’t even comprehend what a dog he would be…well, he would be like he is with us, but with EVERYONE and that’s just mind-blowing.

Comments are closed.