Christmas morning alone has become a slightly uncomfortable time for me but it gradually eases away after having Xmas dinner in the clubhouse with over a 100 near and dear friends. This morning was not so bad and I think it was because I'm taking care of Tank for a few days. He's a drop dead gorgeous yellow lab with the sweetest personality...but he is stinking up my trailer. I hope Febreze will clear out the doggy smell after he leaves.
I never heard a peep out of him all night long (I expected he might wander a bit and bump his huge body into things) and, when I got up this morning he was still lying in his bed looking questioningly at me...was I going to feed him or put him out for a pee? I chose to take him out for a pee. It was chilly out and I put a jacket on over my nightie, got him attached to the leash outside and told him to hurry up. He sat down. He surveyed the scenery. I nudged him and he strolled into the middle of the lawn and ate some grass. It was quite a while before he actually peed. It's a good thing I adore him.
All in all, it's quite understandable why people living alone like to have a pet because they are pleasant company. Knowing this, I still won't get a dog for myself because I don't want to be tied down to looking after it. And then, my life is busy enough and full enough to keep me happy without a pet.
But it has been nice having Tank around.
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