My dog adores me, and longs to be with me every moment if he could. I was so resistant to the whole dog thing, and this one is the wildest of things, still he has won me over.
If I step away from my computer into his backyard, he will get so excited that I’ve come to see him that he’s forced to run and run in laps around the yards at top speed until he can contain himself. His joy is like infectious.
When I come home from work for up to 15 hrs, at 3:30 in the morning, from a dead sleep, he is jumping and spinning and running and jumping some more. Any attempts to make him calm down are wasted.
This dog has really brought a lot to my life, and he adores me, I can’t explain it.
“Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.” Bob Dylan
That’s more like I was wondering about the kids, isn’t there a stage they go through when they’re toddlers where they really could be said to adore you.
I figured parents would know the feeling.
“Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.” Bob Dylan
Good for you! Dogs are the best things for making sure we always feel loved.
My dog is a 7mo old lab and he just loves me. He mostly ignores the whole rest of the family and will sit outside the door of any room I’m in, if he doesn’t get to come in. He gives me “that look” if he wants something from me.
I’m not adored to my knowledge, I’m mostly tolerated…and just barely at that.
Adrock, light up the place
And if you pull my card you pull the ace
And if you ask me turn up the bass
And if you play Defender I could be your hyperspace
Interesting question—it implies a difference between being ‘loved’ and being ‘adored’—and there is a difference, as far as I can tell.
I used to be adored. My late spouse adored me and my friends adored me. Now, having moved far away from my friends, I no longer feel adored. I am loved, but not adored.
When I come home my oldest is waiting to greet me in the entry way with kisses and hugs and a million stories about her day just spilling out of her mouth. My youngest - doesn’t speak yet - is happy just to have me hold him and carrie him upstairs so that I can change while he crawls under foot.
My wife is the last to show her adoration although often it looks an awful lot like relief due to the opportunity to hand off the kids to me for a few precious minutes of solitude. Of course she shows her adoration in other important ways as well…
If that’s the case, they’re being very discreet about it. :rolleyes:
“I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought.” - Seldom Bucket
That sounds dirty, Green. I’ve been filling the void of adoration in my life that I recently became aware of with Willy Wonka candy. I think it adores me.
At the present moment, I’d say only my dog, and then only part of the time. I have had relationships where the men adored me. But it’s not much fun if you don’t adore them back.
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
