I remember when we used to rule the backyard... She would dig and hide her bone. I would promptly get her bone and play keep-away. She acted like she hated it, but I knew better...
We'd play chase around the house before bedtime. Sure, she was usually sleeping when I'd initiate playtime, but we always ended up having a great time.
I feel like she has been suffering from a general malaise. Even Puppies could not cheer her up.
It was bad.
I tried.
"HEY JORT! LOOK AT MY WACKY GLASSES!"
No response...
I played outside. It wasn't the same...
FYI - Gutters are totally lame when you're by yourself.
In a moment of weakness, I considered replacing my beloved Jort with perhaps a little duckling or goose.
But then I thought better of it...
Dad read me stories about other dogs and that was okay for a while. But still... it lacked something.
Then, one day - out of nowhere - she came back to us!
And once again... Life is good.
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