On Shabby

Dear Ashley,

Your canine best friend has been out of sorts the past two days. Early this morning, in fact (since Mom, he, and I couldn't sleep), I had to bring him to the Family Room 'coz he was so lonely. He entered very quietly, without the Shadow spunk you'd always known. He lay down at the foot of the couch next to me, and only started to fall asleep when my hand rested on his head.

He's so lonely, Ash. And we can't always play with him. Neither can we leave him indoors for long periods of time since: 1) I think he still has ticks; and, 2) with Lol around, who knows what mishap he might get himself into? So right now, he roams the garage, the garden, the back areas of our rooms by himself. No sidekick to go trotting with him.

I really hope he snaps out of this funk real soon. It makes me feel worse knowing he's not okay. 'Til he gets some sort of distraction, like the arrival of a new pup, perhaps.

A while ago, Dad fed him with Pedigree treats. He jumped up and down to catch the treats, but it wasn't the same. There was one less mouth to feed. I miss the competition you and Shab would have whenever food entered the picture. I think Shab misses it, too. Now, there's no challenge for him when it comes to food, attention, walks, etc.

I guess I decided to update you on his condition for you to know you are dearly missed. By all of us.

Be writing again soon. Better read or something to distract myself for now.

Love you, Bashie Boo-Boo!