my heart, my soul, my dog
If you keep up with the happenings of my life, you know that not long ago my dog was not feeling well. Although it was thought to be worse for a time, he has a heart murmur,but is doing fine. I must admit with a certain amount of shame that I have neglected him in the attention department the last couple years, but no more. He’s back to his regular goofy self, and it looks like he’ll be around for a while still, fortunately.While I am admittedly more of a cat person, it took this recent incident to make realize how much alike my dog and I are. He loves attention, likes people in general, especially ones he hasn’t met, doesn’t do well in the company of his own kind, or children, likes to play, loves treats, doesn’t complain much, and is, in general, pretty laid back. Okay, so we’re not exactly alike, and not just in physical terms. But if my late cat Bandit was me as a cat, Kemo is definitely me as a dog.
As dogs go, Kemo is great. At 10, he’s getting on years, though he still likes to go outside and run through the yard while I chase him. He seems to prefer being chased to playing fetch, which would be easier for me, but the running helps keep me in shape somewhat. Besides, I like it almost as much as he does.
Since this recent bout and round of tests, I’ve been giving him more attention, making up for the inattention of recent times. Not surprisingly, he has responded well, and has become more active than he has been in recent memory, which is a good thing. Since he’s older I expect him to sleep more, and he does, but he was getting quite lethargic and I blame myself for that. However, this is not a beat myself up entry so I’ll not belabor the point any more.
Kemo the goof is back for a bit, hopefully for a good long while. For now, it is enough.