But, I really, really miss my dog.
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Many of you know PeppeRoni Pizza the Wonderpup and her wiggly welcomes. I miss scratching her bum in the mornings as she barrels between my legs, nearly knocking me over in my barely-awake stupor. I miss her laying on my feet until they fall asleep while I write and read during the day. I miss her excitement as she greets me when I leave for 30 seconds to retrieve the mail.
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I miss watching when KZog expresses frustration, or even thinks about it, actually, she lets herself into the backyard and hides under the barbeque pit until he walks out there and apologizes to her. I miss driving in the Subaru with her in the front passenger seat with her head out the window until we reach 50 mph, when she curls up in the backseat, with her muzzle nuzzled over my armrest.
Sigh.
To be fair, I stole Roni away from KZog last summer for two months to keep me company while I labored over archives in Chicago. For a dog, she is quite worldly. Or United States-ly, anyway. I don't think I could shuttle her to a foreign country in cargo . . .
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XO,
JZog
My Dearest Human,
ReplyDeleteI read your post today in-between eating bugs and licking my butt and thought I should write and reassure you of my feelings toward you, my favorite person. Although laying at that guys feet is OK I do missing that certain aroma that only comes from your paws. When you come home please bring bacon and that should square us up as far as the abandoning me thing goes. Must get back to the butt licking so good-by for now.
Can't wait to Wag
Peppe'Roni' Pizza AKC