4:30 A.M.
I can't sleep. Played Fishdom til my poor mouse got too sleepy and I had to put it to rest (charging). Now my dog is lying on a rug in the kitchen looking at me hopefully. If I would only go to bed, he would happily join me. I don't know why he feels the need to get up when insomnia strikes. I guess he just wants to be near.
He's a rescue dog. We eventually pieced together part of his story. Milton, who is a fox terrier, and another dog I don't know, lived with an older lady whose daughter lived 2 hours away. One day when they came to visit, mom was very sick and the poor dogs hadn't been let out for some time. Their mom didn't survive, so they ended up at the dog shelter.
I'm sure she was a loving, caring friend, but perhaps couldn't say no to a loved one whose supreme pleasure and focus in life is food. When I met 'Porkchop', I could see that his name was appropriate. My first reaction (which I've refrained from telling Milton) was, "He's not very attractive, is he?" Over the almost 3 years we've lived together, he's lost 10 pounds. I hate to exhibit weight prejudice, but he is much more attractive now. Also, much healthier with his enlarged heart.
He's been the best dog I've ever had! (Sorry Susie, Topsy, Rhett, Yeller and Ralf.) So smart and potty-trained when I got him-I do love that. So much company and love and comfort. Never thought I'd have another dog, but I'm glad it's him.
Well, he's sitting by the bedroom door and softly woofing for me to come to bed. Guess it's time to try again, Milton.
I can't sleep. Played Fishdom til my poor mouse got too sleepy and I had to put it to rest (charging). Now my dog is lying on a rug in the kitchen looking at me hopefully. If I would only go to bed, he would happily join me. I don't know why he feels the need to get up when insomnia strikes. I guess he just wants to be near.
He's a rescue dog. We eventually pieced together part of his story. Milton, who is a fox terrier, and another dog I don't know, lived with an older lady whose daughter lived 2 hours away. One day when they came to visit, mom was very sick and the poor dogs hadn't been let out for some time. Their mom didn't survive, so they ended up at the dog shelter.
I'm sure she was a loving, caring friend, but perhaps couldn't say no to a loved one whose supreme pleasure and focus in life is food. When I met 'Porkchop', I could see that his name was appropriate. My first reaction (which I've refrained from telling Milton) was, "He's not very attractive, is he?" Over the almost 3 years we've lived together, he's lost 10 pounds. I hate to exhibit weight prejudice, but he is much more attractive now. Also, much healthier with his enlarged heart.
He's been the best dog I've ever had! (Sorry Susie, Topsy, Rhett, Yeller and Ralf.) So smart and potty-trained when I got him-I do love that. So much company and love and comfort. Never thought I'd have another dog, but I'm glad it's him.
Well, he's sitting by the bedroom door and softly woofing for me to come to bed. Guess it's time to try again, Milton.
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