Recently, I’ve been wondering what was going on with Jenny, what was going through her mind. Was she okay? You see, she’s been—for her—very clingy, wanting lots of love, assurance, and contact. The scent of other dogs and wolves on me appeard to make her concerned, agitated even. Normally that only happens if the scent happens to be that of her boyfriend. Her health appears good, so, I wondered.
This weekend, it hit me. It’s been just about exactly a year since she came into my life. A year since she was dumped, tossed out of a car. It is hard to believe that it has been a year—in some ways, it feels like she has always been a part of my life. I do wonder if somewhere in the twisty and interesting train of thought that is her mind, if she remembers and worries. Fears that I will discard her as did those who had her before. Wish there was a clear and easy way to reassure her that she need not worry. Meantime, I think a few extra scritches and more contact might be good for both of us.
LW
