I Need A Listener

I badly need a listener, and it's not going to be Bob. I can see that I'm not going to make it if I don't soon have a warm body in this house to listen. There's just times you need to talk knowing what you say will not be repeated. I feel pretty sure over the next four years I can easily talk the ears off a bloodhound and the world will never know the things I said.

There's just nothing like a dog to listen when you need to talk but I'm 74 years old. I have to think about the life expectancy of any dog I might adopt. I'd hate to leave one an orphan. I looked around this morning and learned bloodhounds have a life expectancy of less than ten years so I should be able to handle that. (just kidding)

I think I've found my calling for volunteer service, I just live too far away to make it happen. The Oregon Zoo uses volunteers to walk their elderly African pigmy goats.  I think I would enjoy walking old goats.