Danny’s Misery…

Morning folks, it’s me, Danny the Dog. I’m here today to tell ya’all of my two days of misery.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning. I mean the very beginning.

Ever since I was a little shaver, my human has always kept me near. He worked for himself, so I could always go with him on his jobs. We’ve been together for many years and I’ve gotten used to him. When I was younger, he did leave me home on occasion, but I didn’t care. There was a cat next door that sat under a tree all day and I used to watch from the window. That was fun, and it kept me occupied. Or I would go out in the yard and commune with nature. We had a fenced-in yard and a doggie door at the time. Anyway, here’s the thing. Somewhere along the way, I got used to having him around. Oh, I forgot to mention that seven years ago he stopped working and became a writer, so he’s home all the time now; he never goes out. Maybe that’s it, but whatever it is, I like having him around. But don’t ask me why.

So here’s what happened. The night before last, he went out for the first time in a long time without taking me. As he was leaving, I asked him to take me with him. I know I was barking, but he understands me. We live on a boat now and he said only, “STAY!” I mean, is that anyway to speak to man’s best friend?

Well, he was gone only a few hours, and when he came home, I wagged my tail until it almost fell off.

After that, I reckoned everything would go back to normal. But no. Andrew, that’s my human’s name, got up bright and early the next morning (something he never does), and after I took him for his walk, he started to leave me … again! I couldn’t believe it, not again. It was invidious of him to say the least. And I let Andrew know it in no uncertain terms. Well, it didn’t matter what I said; he left me alone anyway. And this time he was gone for most of the day.

I was very unhappy—and kind of lonely—so the only thing I could think to do was get up on his chair, where he sits when he writes, and spend the day there waiting for the big galoot to come home.

When he finally came in, I cried a little bit (the first time in my life). But I’ve got to hand it to the old guy. When he saw how lonely I had been, he told me that he would never leave me alone again for more than a few minutes. I don’t know what minutes are, but by his voice and the way he scratched my neck, I know he loves me. So I forgave him.

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34 thoughts on “Danny’s Misery…

  1. My cat, Lena, gets so anxious when we leave her alone all day (about one day a week, my teaching day) that she snatches out patches of her hair. I need to figure out a way to teach her to entertain herself. It breaks my heart .

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  2. Danny I’m so sorry for your awful experience. My little dog Peri is sure she’s supposed to go everywhere I do, and always looks so sad when I leave her, especially if it’s in a foreign country where she doesn’t even bark the language. The only exception is Scotland, where she’s delighted to wait outside of stores while I shop, secure in the knowledge that every passerby will pet her and assure her she’s a fine wee doggie. Most will have a doggie treat as well. Maybe you should visit Scotland? You could either bring the big galoot or leave him behind and see how HE likes it.

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    • I’d love to visit you in Scotland … and I would love to be referred to as “a fine wee doggie.” I never hear accolades like that around here. Can you pick ,me up at the airport? I don’t have an Uber account anymore. Andrew cancelled my credit card. Can you believe it? Just because I was going into debt for turkey slices.

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  3. Hello Danny. Someone once told me that those furry four legged ones who live with us humans feel our being separated much stronger than we humans do. I think this is true even as I don’t know why. Maybe it is because while my felines see our world much more clearly than I do, my world is far bigger than theirs. How about you Danny, do you understand your world on the boat better than your human does? Hugs.

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    • I know how big the world is. I’m on the internet whenever his nibs isn’t around. But he and I like our little world on our boat. Me, I like people, but Andrew avoids people like he would the plague. So I’m stuck with him and he’s stuck with me.

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  4. Poor Danny, I’m glad he’s promised not to leave you again. I guess he went somewhere you wouldn’t be allowed but he should have been kind enough to say where he was going and how long he would b then perhaps you’d have worried less. No need to worry anymore though.
    Big Hugs.

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    • He told me it was something called “jury duty.” When he explained what that was, I was aghast that they didn’t let dogs on juries. Our perception, perspicacity, and all around good sense would be (I think) needed in such situations.

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  5. Yeah, Danny. My people do the same but when they go out they put me into my crate. I like it in there. There is a big soft bed and I can get some peace away from Stella (our feline). My owners alway tell me how long they will be but the funny thing is I do not understand human time. I take a nap and they are back before I know it. I think if you made it clear that you don’t like to be left alone your human will shape up. This is Lucy the boxer and I feel for you.

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    • First of all, I’m bigger that I look in my pictures. I weigh forty pounds. It used to be fifty, but I went on a diet because this cute little female lab moved into the marina and I wanted to look good for her. Anyway, even if I weighed five pounds, I can’t see Andrew with a man purse. He doesn’t even carry a wallet.

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