Dogs...

I like dogs, but not as much as some. I couldn't have one in the flat, even if I wasn't allergic to them (which I am) : I don't think I'd have one anyway. Today at the train station a man and his little dog climbed off the train from Manchester, and the dog was greeted so warmly by the lady who came to meet it. That's right. It was as if the guy was in tow, he was the pet, of not much importance after all in comparison to the little fella. Mind you, the dog did seem a lot happier than the man to be back with his mistress...is it an instinctive thing for people to react more warmly to animals and to children? Maybe it is. I always find myself cuddling Joni ahead of Becky when I get back from Uni. She seems so pleased to see me, I mean, I know Becky is too, but I think we lose something as Adults, we tend to try and hide our real feelings, or we filter them through our minds first (how should I show my feelings in this situation) instead of being spontaneous and natural, like little children and dogs.