His name is Max.

and he has NO idea how cool he is!!!!!

I’ve been home alone for about 2 weeks. Didn't jump on the plane to Mauritius with everyone else... damn it Carl. Gets a little lonely. Would invite friends over, but by the time I’m home from work, have done some varsity work, made dinner, I really just want to chill out and watch some tv before turning in. Sound like a granny, I know, but entertaining/ talking to someone has just been the last thing I’ve felt like doing.

Coming home to an empty house all the time is also a little hard. Seem to have gotten used to telling someone about where I’ve been that day, what I’ve done etc.

So really... I found only one set of ears that I could tell my stories to, without having to provide any entertainment, or stay up till they were ready to go to bed.

His name is Max. Or Maximillian. Or Maximus. Or, when I’m feeling a bit European, Marsimo. He’s older than he, or I will have you believe, and he is a great big hunk of a Rottweiler.

An absolute winner, he is! I’ve found myself saying good morning to him. Giving a “You have a good day now,” as I’m heading out in the morning, and sighing with guilt as I close the door on those big not-so-much-of-a-puppy eyes at night. “Night baby,” I seem to say.

Really? Am I talking to my dog like he's a friend of mine? Does he know I’m having a lengthy conversation with him? Surely he does, as he understands me when I tell him to go around the house at dinner time. I wonder what he’s thinking.

Probably wondering why this weird lady keeps talking to him like he’s a pup. Or why he can’t have what I’m having for dinner [he’s on a strict diet!!! No lies!] He’s probably wishing I would wake up 10 minutes earlier to take him for a walk, instead of moaning at him when he ventures out on his own. Or that I’d drink my tea out of the veranda so he can have some close company, and some one to slobber on.

Maybe he’s wondering what I’m on about when I ask him to take good care of the house and I whilst I’m visiting DreamLand. Or just pondering over my incessant fear of the dark.

Really wish I knew...

Either way, I just realised, as my house mates arrived home today, how much I miss him when there are people around.

Think I might just go have that tea outside.

Wishing you could talk back,

Dreaming of daisy fields...

R

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