A Wee Bit Jealous

I've been noticing lots of dogs in our neighborhood lately out for walks or runs with their owners.  I'm sure that there are no more dogs out than there were about a month ago; I'm just noticing them more now.  I'm not crying when I see dogs so much any more.  I've moved on to the jealousy stage of grief.  (Is there one of those?)

I'm jealous of those owners who are so loved by their animals.   I knew that love once and now it is gone.  There is nothing quite like the love of a dog.  They are always glad to see their owners.  Unless like Petey, the suddenly remember that they've been left alone, then they pout for a while.

They are always forgiving and gentle.  Unless they are Petey and have just been given a snuggi or pet steps or a treat that wasn't a bacon treat.  We eventually got forgiveness and didn't do it again.

They like to snuggle, or is it take up the whole bed.  I never understood how a 12 lb dog could take up more room in a bed than two full grown humans!

OK.  So, it wasn't always a bed of roses with Petey.  But that is what made him so unique.  And I still miss him and his affection whenever and however he decided to dole it out.