May 30–31, 2006
I’m like that guy who picks up some floozie at the bar while his wife is in labor.
As Stella was being spayed at the vet, I went to Milo to see if any hounds needed a single night of love. I was so lonely. All I wanted was a little companionship.
I’d just finished reading an article about how black dogs are least likely to find new homes, so my newly enlightened heart went out to Tony, a muscular, blue-tongued lab mix.
He is a sweet but unruly boy. The cats have no awareness that they used up at least one of their lives last night.
Upon the dawning of a new day, I see the lesson of Tony was twofold:
- Don’t choose your partners based on something you’ve read.
- Don’t leap into a one-night situation just because your loved one is away.
The whole time Tony was here, I missed Stella. All morning I tried to erase the evidence of his visit: I vacuumed, I washed Stella’s bed where he’d slept, and I tried to mask the scent of his pee stains.
But when Stella came home, she knew. She gave me that look: “I’m so disappointed in you.”
I’ve been trying to convince her that he didn’t mean anything to me, that it was just one of those things. But I think it’s going to take time and some canned dogfood.
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