Took the boys for a quick walkie sometime around noon, during which Ghost decided to peel off and go do his own thing. I figured he might have gone over to S&L’s, though it was a little late on Sunday for that. Didn’t worry about it.
He didn’t come home and I had some neighborhood errands to run, so LB and I took a Jeep ride during which I drove past S&L’s place to check their gate. It was locked, which almost certainly meant they’d gone back home. Got back home, no Ghost.
Had some sun this afternoon, so I sat down to watch the DVD of The Martian that my older brother sent me. Two and a half hours later, checked outside. No Ghost.
It’s nothing unusual for Ghost to go off on his own, but it’s very unusual for him to stay away for hours unless S&L or Landlady are here. It’s the boonies: Unusual is bad.
Called L, just to make sure they were really gone. They were really gone.
Now I was getting worried, but there was one last card to play. I drove slowly through the wash, because sometimes the Jeep flushes him out. Nope. So I went to S&L’s, unlocked their gate and drove up their long winding drive. Guess who was sitting on their porch?
He was prepared to wait.
Look. He’s just not that into you. Dump him and be done with it.
Just kidding… kind of.
Not at all kidding, yeah. I’m getting to where I wish S&L would just hurry the hell up and move here so he can move there and we can be done with this. Schedule still calls for another six weeks.
His stomach would have brought him home, more likely sooner than later.
Yeah, sure it would have. He’s not an idiot, he’d have come home before full dark.
But I want one of those “loyal” dogs I’ve heard about.
And yeah I know he *is* loyal, just not to me. Which, after eight years of being his person… I’ve had bosses who treated me as less disposable than this, is all I’m saying.
“I want one of those “loyal” dogs I’ve heard about.”
Like you once said; he is loyal, just not to you.
Keep that cast iron skillet full of sausages sizzling away and watch how loyal he becomes. Sit down, keep handing out sausages, and he’d probably let you use him for a foot rest Rubbing a little sausage grease on yourself wouldn’t hurt. That real men’s after shave you use is probably not his thing.