More stray dog chat

It's dawned on me that I am the stray dog that I wrote about a few weeks back. Sure I won't come walking up your garden path looking for attention, but metaphorically I guess I might. As standoffish as I seem, as much of a loner as I may appear, I do crave that sort of attention. Even just a little. A pat on the head just to get rid of me even. I'll do anything you want if your (metaphorically) scratch my stomach....to a point. I'm a sucker for compliments and to be frank, I don't even care if they're false or a thinly veilled excuse to get me to do what you want. As long as I can fool myself I'm fine.

Now I haven't put this to the test as of yet, but I don't think it is quite the same. Whether you stroke me physically or metaphorically I don't think you'll be plagued by a smell on your hand that just won't go away.

....but then I've been wrong before :P