Last week I wondered in a post if I had been cheating on my dog, Scrappy. Today I found out what it’s like to be on the receiving end. Scrappy asked me if I would take his picture this afternoon in the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden. Seemed suspicious but I obliged him.
When we finished I went back in the Homeward Bound office for a short time and returned to find him with … Lori! He must have set up a date. I hid in the bushes and tried to take the best shots I could.
There they were all laughing and making goo-goo eyes at each other.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I thought to myself. I could understand the attraction after all. Lori is blonde, and I’m … bald. Lori is gorgeous, and I’m … me. This line of thought was doing me no good so I waited and took some more shots.
I figured I’d better do something before things got out of hand so I called out,”Scrappy!” Fortunately, he came running. This time at least.
Later I explained to Scrap that Lori is a special person whose heart is so big that every dog feels intensely loved in her company. I made sure he understood that Lori loves all dogs that way, not just him. I told him I feared his little heart would get shattered. He just laughed at me and said, “Oh, Foster-Daddy, I know that.” “I’m just milking it every time I get the chance,” he explained.