Deer Diary, we are all depressed.
Zorro chewed up his sunglasses. “I won’t be sitting poolside”, he whined. “Heaven is all right, but it is a little boring at times. Have not been in a good fight since I came here. I am not sure I am needed in Heaven, there are not even varmints. I was soo looking forward to go back to work on Earth, I have no purpose here; I need a life!”
Zorro looked really lost.
Loba and I had to cheer him up and we assured him that WE need him to look after us. For example, we don’t trust Toff to not do something nasty to us.
Loba is unpacking her bags, some old bones, rags, her best clothes, including a pink bikini for the pool, and her pink bed. “I don’t have high expectations,” she said. “I can still go roaming with Fifi.”
Maybe it is best to not move to the country on Earth after all, I don’t like wild critters, they are dangerous. In Doggy Heaven, I am safe.
But Zorro has a point, we need purpose to be happy. Some days in Doggy Heaven, there is no real reason to get up in the morning.
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