Dodger is, in dog years, a young teenager now so I guess it had to happen sooner or later....he has his first broken heart.
For the last few months Doc and Dodger have been going nearly every afternoon to the house across the open space behind us for Dodger to play with Sammie, a cute little Corgi. Sammie would meet Dodger at the gate and they would wrestle and chase each other and play for a while and then they would chase after a ball together for as long as someone would throw it. About a month ago things started to change. Sammie would still meet Dodger at the gate and play for a few minutes and then turn tail and go through the dog door into the house. Doc and Dodger started going less often, but the neighbors still called and asked them to come play. Now Sammie doesn't even come to the gate. She immediately goes in the house when Dodger comes into the yard, so they haven't been going at all.
Dodger is broken hearted. Every afternoon at the time they usually went to play he just lays at the back door staring into Sammie's yard. Sammie's owners don't know what happened, Doc doesn't know what happened and Dodger and Sammie, in the way of teenagers, aren't talking. I know his little heart will heal, but it is hard seeing him look so sad. As we all know, that first young love is a hard one to get over.
I will never tell Dodger this, but I think I know what has happened with Sammie. I think she is going into the house to look out the front and watch for the big, sleek, Black Lab that lives across the street. No, I will never tell that to our scruffy, scraggly, broken hearted little boy.