SAT TO PLEASE
Piper gently whines missing his
mistress, and (the now back home) recuperating Beth; no matter how he laments
these absences, regardless of duration, they never seem to affect his appetite.
The prospect of a treat brings out his sunnier disposition, and his heart
melting gaze of adoration; a non-stop supply of food would be his idea of
paradise!
I can frequently be a miserable
bugger, feeling totally emasculated as physical and emotional stamina rarely
seems up to (e.g. furniture shifting / re-arranging) tasks that once would have
been a doddle.
No matter how much I appreciate
those activities that I can (and do) manage, an aggressive and anxiety laden
self-pity, far too often, takes over. Our wonderful hound quite frequently
alleviates these more morose moments, just by his close proximity and his
readiness to please.
