A day is a long time
A day is a long time to a dog. It wasn’t even a whole day. Yesterday Mum went out. I know, it’s shocking. She didn’t take me with her. She left the house at 9am and didn’t come home until 5pm. It was ages. It wasn’t as though I was on my own or anything. Dad was with me, but Mum had gone out. Now here’s the problem. Because Mum explained to me that I had to step up and fill the role of being her wingman, I have tried to take it literally. It turns out that I quite like that role and whilst I’m still learning the ropes and trying to cope with new situations, I’m really trying. That means that if Mum goes out without me then I miss her very very much.
Why didn’t I go?
I couldn’t go yesterday, because it was going to mean leaving me in the car and the weather is still rather warm to be doing that. To be fair, we haven’t really got me to the point where I’m ready to go out for the day. Firstly, I can’t be trusted to sit in the car without crying wolf and drawing attention to myself, so that someone might break into the car to helpfully rescue me when I don’t need it. Secondly, I’m still something of a flight risk getting in and out of the car in busy locations. There’s work to do. Thirdly, someone needed to supervise Dad and I’m now the only one available for that job too.
Welcome home
When Mum came home I had built myself up ready to give her the biggest welcome home. Dad and I were sitting outside. I’d been playing football with Sloth and Moose and we were just relaxing. When I heard Mum I raced to greet her. In retrospect it might have been better not to launch myself at her, but I’m not there yet with my training. Mum came to sit down next to Dad, but I saw an opportunity. I raced ahead and jumped onto the seat so I could smother her in kisses and tell her I loved her. I think she was pleased.
Hugs, licks and head butts
Pebbles
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