Ghost is such a smart boy. He was hanging out with me in the Lair, helping me eat lunch, while I waited for a phone call to meet D&L to go to town.
And the phone rang, and I talked briefly, and then started moving around and fiddling with belt stuff and putting on my hat. And he sidled over to the front door: “Can I go out now?”
Maybe we’re going for a ride, and that would be good. Or maybe Uncle Joel is leaving without me, and that would be very bad. Either way, outside is now the place to be.
“No, Ghost. You have to stay in now.”
And then he really wanted out. Whine, whine, scratch.
“No, Ghost. Go lay down.”
And his head went down, and he glanced at me reproachfully and sulked back to his place in the kneehole. He turned around twice, laid down, heaved a great sigh as all the troubles in the world descended back upon his shoulders.
Uncle Joel Sucks.
Feel guilty? Poor doggie…