Chapter Forty
I sit on the porch and stare out at the yard. It is quiet now. The children are at school, and Carolyn and Martha are in town. It's only the Captain and I left at home. He is around somewhere, doing whatever it is he does when no one sees him, which has left me to contemplate in my own terrier way, life at Gull Cottage.
My playmates and Martha are easy. I play with them and do tricks, and love them and everyone gets along just fine. Carolyn is a wonderful dog Mom and takes very good care of me, I love her. Captain is Captain and after a time of adjustment I think we understand each other better. Though I still do not understand why h hasn't shown himself to Candy and Martha, I will have to talk to him about that. But he and I are friends now. I respect him and I believe he respects me. He'd better if he knows what's good for him.
He is such a puzzle though. I think all of this would be easier if he were alive, if he were like Carolyn. He is a strong and brave man, I do not doubt that, and I know he loves Carolyn. I think maybe that makes him weak. Though they often argue, more often than not he gives in to her. It is my thoughtful terrier assessment that he is whipped. I think that is the term that humans use for hopelessly in love. The sad part is that Carolyn doesn't know it. And since I can't really talk to her it is hard for me to tell her that truth about Captain.
I'm all for moving things along. They are going much too slowly.