Emmy is my pretend dog. Not because she's not real, but because she's not mine. But she & I like to pretend otherwise. She routinely abandons her real home to visit ours. She runs up our driveway to her pretend house so she can play with her pretend siblings & get love from her pretend Mama. She runs around her pretend backyard & gobbles up Jake & Josie's food (which isn't so pretend). She wallows on her pretend Mama's lap & shares lots of kisses while she gets a belly rub. Sometimes she does this more than once a day. It's an arrangement that works pretty well for us. Except for when we have to stop pretending & I have to walk her back to her actual family. Understandably, I guess it's an arrangement that doesn't really work all that well for them, though, because sometime this coming week, Emmy will have a new real family. And it won't be ours. :-( I know it's for the best, because she could get hurt escaping all the time as she does. And, I know why it's best that we can't have her, but my feelings for her aren't pretend, so it hurts. I hope Emmy will be happy with her new family, but I sure will miss her visits.
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