Housemate Mike's "ex"-wife dropped of their ex-mutual dog a few days ago. Her name is Arrow. The poor dear. She's allergic to summer, and her patchy skin is due to grow back any month now. I leave my door open for her to go in and out.
She sits at the entrance of my room and scratches herself persistently.
She follows me with earnestness, like she wants to be in company.
When I walk past her to go to the kitchen, she follows me and continues to scratch at the entrance of the kitchen.
(The 'pedes go pattering off, hopefully to look for food in the darker corners)
When I go back to my room she follows me, and continues to scratch.
When I go to the bathroom, she scratches by the door.
When I go back to my room…well, you know.
I would cry over her
Some people live for their dogs
Some people don't have anyone to live for.
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