[The look on Will's face is nothing short of Emotional Constipation. No one had ever really asked that before. Will was always just...he had dogs. It was a Thing. His Thing. Everyone knew. Everyone also knew he was a secluded, isolated, antisocial loner and so it was best to leave him alone with anything too invasive or personal.]
Uh—no. [Constipation covered up by putting the treat bag away and giving BB more attention because yes, that's one joy of dogs in his life, he can ignore Unhappy Feelings and focus on petting a dog.] I had a nice stretch of land in Virginia. People'd drop off dogs they didn't want nearby. It was open, not a lot of traffic...nobody's gonna see them dumping a dog off. [His tone is Factual, no trace of upset or bitterness or anything else.] Finding good homes for the cute ones was possible, sure, but most people didn't want mutts. Or older dogs. Dogs with health issues. The, uh, ugly leftover riffraff, if you will. So they stayed. And more were dropped off. And more stayed. And then the living room was full of dog beds and I never had to worry about anyone stopping by without me being aware of them first.
[Dogs also never made promises they broke. They didn't barrage him with questions about how his day was, how was he feeling, when he was going to do this or that or the other. They never told him he looked tired, or worn, or in need of a break. They just laid down for a scratch and all was well.]
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Date: 2016-06-26 10:04 pm (UTC)Uh—no. [Constipation covered up by putting the treat bag away and giving BB more attention because yes, that's one joy of dogs in his life, he can ignore Unhappy Feelings and focus on petting a dog.] I had a nice stretch of land in Virginia. People'd drop off dogs they didn't want nearby. It was open, not a lot of traffic...nobody's gonna see them dumping a dog off. [His tone is Factual, no trace of upset or bitterness or anything else.] Finding good homes for the cute ones was possible, sure, but most people didn't want mutts. Or older dogs. Dogs with health issues. The, uh, ugly leftover riffraff, if you will. So they stayed. And more were dropped off. And more stayed. And then the living room was full of dog beds and I never had to worry about anyone stopping by without me being aware of them first.
[Dogs also never made promises they broke. They didn't barrage him with questions about how his day was, how was he feeling, when he was going to do this or that or the other. They never told him he looked tired, or worn, or in need of a break. They just laid down for a scratch and all was well.]