As you know, my gal pal, Sniglet, is visiting me.
I’m sharing my sofa with her. Is she playing coy with me here? Or not. Maybe she just wants to be left alone?
Is she sad because her peep is away? Or does she hope to live with me forever? Does she feel like a captive at my house? Behind bars? Or does she just want to run outta that gate at lightening speed chasing who knows what?
Hard to tell. She’s a girl. And I don’t understand very many girls. No matter how hard I try.
My Kyla understood me. Alas, she was a Scottie. Snigs is a…well, Snigs is a hound. Sometimes I think it’s better when we can just visit each other under the fence. Whenever we want.
What do you think?