He will be three years old in coming August.
Just like all dogs he also loves me so much. It’s been so long now that I am writing on him again. Since everybody in their dark times fall back on the ones who love them. We realize the value of being still loved by someone who knows no drawbacks, no egos, no shouting, no hitting in you but he still loves you. It is the most precious gift of life given to us by this Mother Nature.
Once I remember when my Joey was four months old I had a tiff with my friends over something and the next day I put “Searching for a friend? Get a dog” on my gchat status. I got so many positive comments on that. But when I met those differed friends they had nonstop arguments on my status with me. Lastly I was survived with my dog Joey who is my best and only friend.
Joey is yet to marry or get a mate. He is getting old and his parents (specially me) are getting so worried for him already. His relatives (neighbors/who know him) pester his parents daily to get him married soon with their useless reasons. I am so worried for him and want to get him married as soon as possible and keep on searching every now and then.
When my Joey got 1 and half years old my neighbors got new labra baby female Mito. Ardently I fixed my Joey’s marriage with Mito in advance with her when she will turn 1 year. Now Mito grew in front of my Joey and he showered all his love on her during this time. They played, barked, ran together and Joey trained her in the art of sniffing.
Time passed; finally she turned one.
They meet very less now as she is often leashed in her house. Joey seeks her arrival everyday with his long awaited eyes at the main gate of my house. He pushes the flexible main gate outside with his one leg to sneak a view from that gap, which appears from that half pushed gate.
Mito is changed now and has many other options in our housing lane. Whenever my Joey tries to make love to her she shrugs him off. Joey incessant efforts go in vein, as she never capitulates. Panting completely exhausts him to put down. She goes happily thereafter and Joey is left with heavy breaths lying fatigued like a dead on the ground.
I wonder when my Joey gets a mate and he will be complete. I am not aghast or have not put down anything and will keep on searching for my Joey’s mate. Love you Joey.