People say,
You can't have a big dog in the city. A dog needs lots of room to run around. A dog likes to be out in the wild.
To that I say,
Maybe . . .
Sometimes . . .
Our dog misses the city.
Our dog likes the civilized life.
Our dog wants a steady stream of people to come to the house and admire her stuffed monkey, one that shrieks when she pokes the right spot on its stomach.
We have moved to the country and have a huge fenced in yard, edged by a ring of white pines and surrounded by fields where wildlife come. It should be a dog's paradise. Our dog misses her old back yard in the city where she could keep an eye on all the activities in two cul-de-sacs. One evening this past week my hardy spouse built a fire in the backyard chimnea and sat by the warm glow under starlight enjoying the great outdoors. When he heard the coyotes begin to howl, he came inside to invite me to come and hear the coyotes' song. The dog took that opportunity to go into the house and would not come back out. No rustic night by the fire listening to wildlife for her. She prefers to lounge around inside on soft furniture close to the food dish. She likes to go to grandma's house in the city where she can still keep an eye on the neighbor's comings and goings. She likes grandma's house with its soft carpet and abundance of leftovers.
That's what our dog wants.
