While I grapple with my own fickle and conflicting sentiments that arose out of Atia's brief visit and stay, I would like to ask Dante:
Dear Dante, why is it that when Atia was here, you pulled spectacularly long faces, acted the macho "I don't play with little girls" stoic big man role worthy of an Oscar, and just generally sulked and pouted around the house wondering when she was going away again; yet, now that she's gone, you wander the house with a heart-wrenching morose look on your face piteously whining and pining at her absence?
Looks like I'm not the only one in the house in a pickle with fickle emotions.
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Lol! This happens in our house, too. Taz gets so jealous of any attention Jingles gets, but in the next moment he lays down next to her to receive facial grooming. Ying and yang, I guess.
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