I understand your doing your job. I get it.
But can you play with your bloody dog.
She’s needing your attention. She adores you and you don’t play with her like you used to.
Your lady friend isn’t the one for you. She’s a headache. She is mentally not on your level.
Take time for you. Your dog talks to me every time you connect to me and it’s getting too much.
Ask me anything. I have nothing to hide.
But love that dog. She’s waited all day for your attention.
You’ll be dead one day, your job won’t matter then but your memories will.
Love your dog.
I don’t know what else to do.