sad

so, i'm typing this chicken peck style because i'm holding one depressed little puppy with my other arm. neo has gotten increasingly sadder because i think he believes all his boys have left him. my friend megan, who has hung out with me while everyone's been gone couldn't find him for 10 minutes when i was at work. she said she found him under the desk in a corner. and i can't tell him they will be back. i'm not very involved in his dog world, so it's of no comfort that i'm here :) now that i really think about it, it's an interesting thought about how animals are mute. i wonder if they could talk, or communicate somehow, before the curse. now my arm is falling asleep.