No Life

Out playing with Shea, I began chatting with a neighbor. Neighborly chat about this and that. Work, his kids, the weather, the lawn. Then, he dropped a bombshell of what was supposed to be a compliment on.

"Out of all the dog owners I have ever seen, you put the most time into your dog."

The guy was just being nice. But, do you see where that can be kind of a sad revelation? I am such a loser. I have no life. So much so that I put all my time and energy into my dog. I have nothing better to do. While that keeps me perfectly content, it is a somewhat sad existence. 

The man can make this comment because he sees me when he leaves for work in the morning, running with Shea. When he gets home from work, I am running with Shea. And, when he is checking on his two young children playing in the backyard, I am running back and forth chasing Shea around. He must secretly wonder if I do anything else. Anything at all. 

At least in the past I could grocery shop, do laundry, and attempt to cook for Jeff. So, thank you neighbor for your kind words and hidden message of my life's patheticness.