The Disappointed Dog
Tuesday, June 7, 2011 at 10:01 PM 
How do you tell a dog that his favourite neighbour has moved a hundred miles away? That he can stand outside her (former) front door all day long - it won’t open.
Carol has been like a Grandma to Joss. In a doggy kind of a way.
When we first began calling at her house, further along the village, Joss would quietly help himself to Misty the cat’s biscuits and any meat she had left in her bowl.
As Carol grew fonder of Joss (it didn’t take long), she began to pass him surreptitious scraps from her own plate when she thought I wasn’t looking (that never happens at home…oh, no!).
Before long, the scraps had progressed to packets of cooked meat bought in specially for the adoring hound. Joss truly thought Carol’s house was doggy heaven.
Good things, however, have an awkward habit of coming to an end. So Carol has gone. And I’m left with the impossible task of trying to explain to a wistful creature why his supply of corned beef has suddenly dried up.
I just hope whoever moves into number 38 next likes dogs. There’s one waiting on the doorstep…
Reader Comments (5)
sooo sweet... that picture tells the longing well... :o) Hope the new people to 38 do take kindly to dogs! ((HUGS))
Aw - poor Joss! Very evocative photo.
That's so sad. Poor Joss. Your photo portrays his waiting so well...I can see him thinking - 'why hasn't the door opened yet?'
Poor Joss! I do miss that dog. I'm sure he will make friends with the new folks.
Awww..poor baby. Yeah it's a shame they don't understand where their people have gone.