A picture is worth 1000 canine stalking minutes

I was just reminded by the MM that any picture of Jim is appreciated. Yes I send along pictures of my dog "just in case" they are needed for something. No, I am not embarrassed. I'm also not sure why. Maybe it's because I enjoy them so much and simply want to spread that joy. Maybe it's because every time I send them out I get positively reinforced and it makes me want to surge ahead and receive yet more praise while feeling like I do a fabulous job at fulfilling wants and desires before they are even recognized as such? AKA fact. Anyway, there I was, basking in the appreciation derived from Jim's photo when the incessant nonsensical nattering began. Were the James not mine and I saw him, would I be driven to capture him on film? There have been times I have found solace in watching (read: stalking) the movements of others. Don't worry, it never lasts long. I just don't have it in me quite frankly. Stalking is long, hard, emotionally draining work and I don't find it all that satisfying after the infatuation has worn off. Although, how many people pine for the James? When he doesn't show up at work, people suffer. I know this because they purposely search me out to lament their hard Jim free times. If he's not in the car, there is often worry and questions regarding his health. When I show up and he's not dancing through the door, many comments surface about how "different" and "quiet" it is without James. It brings the question to mind: am I overreacting or just a victim of years worth of conditioning and/or cause & effect?