As someone who has to live vicariously through other people’s pets, occasionally my mind wanders back to former times where I was an honorary pup uncle.
There isn’t much that I miss about my prior apartment complex. Except that not long before I moved out, my neighbor got a shelter dog. His name was Oxley. About a year old, and he was a pretty big guy of some mixed breed that I couldn’t figure out.
The first time I met him, he came right over (like he knew we’d be instant buds).
But what I remember most is that one of those first couple times that I saw him, they were going down the elevator with me. And as I was petting him, he just rested his chin contently in my hand and was looking up at me (in a way that can described by just two words):
Total trust. Even though he still barely knew me.
And you know what? I wish I could see the world in that way. With such a bright outlook and only seeing the best in people. Especially considering that since she got him from a shelter, I doubt his young life had always been easy.
So Oxley….it’s been about a year. I hope you’re doing well and getting as many walks outside and belly scratches as you like (which means millions of each).
And that maybe someday, this human can have your outlook on life.
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