Got up two and a half hours ago.
Got the dog out for a walk.
Been home with him on my lap since then — our 40-pound lapdog — giving him all the rubs and scritching and compliments he’ll take.
We’re his third home and we know he was abused in at least one of the previous two.
I haven’t had anything to eat or drink yet, but he’s staying on my lap until he wants to leave because he needs to learn he’s unconditionally loved and the best boy.

