The Dog Whisperer

Bear's still there, Harley's still there, whose sons Gizmo and Tippy are still there. Reagan's still there. Cici, adopted earlier in the week, is back. Not a good week for the maminals.
After letting Tippy and Harley chase bugs on the field across the street, and slowly walking an old beagle with ACL problems, I saw CiCi (the black dog below) being brought back in, a bundle of energy that didn't work with the adopters or their 4 cats. The volunteer coordinator asked if I would walk her around to get her yayas out. Pull, tug, jump, chasing same bugs...I noticed she was never really looking at me. I got on my knees and just let her walk around me in a circle, and for ten minutes, she didn't make eye contact. Just wandered. I took her inside to a "bonding room" and threw toys around for her and played tug-o-war, but she only really looked at me when I started humming to the song on the radio. Head tilting back and forth, what is this strange sound, barking confusion. Seems she hates Rod Stewart.
The volunteer coordinator asked if I wanted to take her home.
The dog, not herself.
I miss my kids.