My Little Buddy

Living alone is difficult.  I'm not sure if it's difficult for me because it is difficult for everyone, or if it's just hard for me because I'm not used to it.  I don't know if I'll ever get used to it, really.  This would be a lot easier if I weren't particularly fond of my husband, but I am.  I miss him every day.

There is one thing that makes my life easier, though, and it's my little buddy.  We're pretty much best friends.  His name is Elvis, and if you can look at this picture and not think, "Awwww!" then there's something wrong with you:

Elvis and I have gotten a lot closer with Rex being gone.  I feel really ridiculous about saying that I feel "close" to a dog, but I do.  I think he likes me too, because he whines whenever I leave the room.  He didn't used to do that.  I brought him to my mom's house last night, and he followed me everywhere.  When I tried to leave him in my mom's room, he sat by the door and waited for me to come back.  When I went to bed, he curled up next to me and cuddled me all night.  See?  He likes me.  He never used to do any of that stuff.

It's just nice to have someone to be excited when I get home from work, you know?  Goodness knows my cat isn't.  She would probably prefer we just all leave her alone to plot her world domination.  She just slinks around and glares.  Check out this picture:

See what I mean?  I love her, but she's evil.  I consider Elvis my friend, but Elsie is more...hmmm...my nemesis.

Anyway, back to Elvis.  He and I have become great pals.  The other day we talked about politics in the Middle East (he didn't have much to say, but then again I didn't either).  When the Duchess of Cambridge had her baby, I told Elvis about it because I knew Rex wouldn't care.  Elvis reacted appropriately by dancing around the kitchen on two legs and waving his paws in the air for joy.

That may or may not have something to do with the fact I was holding a treat over his head.

He's a mostly good dog, but he ate my favorite pair of shoes the other day so then we were in a fight.  I locked him in his kennel for the night and didn't play fetch or chase with him.  We usually play every night, so I think I really bummed him out.  Then I felt guilty because, after all, he's just a dog.  He didn't know any better.  It's not like Rex ate my shoes.  So the next day I bought him a new bone to make up for not playing with him.  I think we're good again.  Dogs don't hold grudges. 

My current best friend has four legs and floppy ears, which sounds a little pathetic.  He's a good boy, though, and I'm glad I've got him.  :-)  Only 21 days till I get to visit my real best friend (the two-legged one!) in Las Vegas!  Whoo hoo!!!