I’ve spent 40 years waiting for That One Dog to somehow get back to me.
I’ve searched the eyes of every dog or puppy I had, looking for him in there somewhere.
All my dogs have been loved like mad but I’m still hoping for him again.
I do think maybe previous dogs influence their “ replacements”.
I was heartbroken that Hrafi wasn’t more like Bubby who I’d lost and then one day, Hrafi took up singing the song of his people if I left the room, just like Bubby did
Not gonna lie, I was halfway up the steps and I just cried for the joy of hearing that.
And then I lost Hrafi too and months later got a pup.
He immediately grabbed one of Hrafis screaming chicken toys and I cried again.
Months of not hearing those chickens shrieking constantly just about killed me.
The deafening silence of this place was unbearable.
And now little 4 month old Bannor has been trying out his howls
If nothing else, it has to be my lost boys telling him what I need to have to get by, especially now that all else is gone.
But just think how many millions of dogs are in the whole world! It’d be like winning the lottery.