As I sit and type this, there are no dogs on my property. I am headed out of town tomorrow morning on a business trip.
Usually when I have trips like this, I have a friend who picks them up after I leave and takes them to our doggie daycare/kennel on Monday morning where she works. Unfortunately, she is unavailable this weekend, so I had to drop Spencer off by noon today.
When Scout's handler found out I was going out of town, she made arrangements for a friend to pick Scout up Thursday night and and take her to her house. (She thinks that no one, including me, can take care of Scout as good as she can.)
Now I think of myself as a pretty independent person. I have traveled a good bit, camped in the middle of nowhere on my own, wandered around rural Mexico where folks had never seen anyone as tall and fair skinned and blue eyed as me (some of the older folks called me la fantasma - "the ghost" - and would not look at me in the eye) - and enjoyed every minute of it.
But I've got to tell you - I am freaking out a little bit about sleeping in my own house tonight for the first time WITH NO ANIMALS IN THE HOUSE!
3 comments:
Yeah I know what you mean! We came back from a trip once and couldn't pick the dogs up until the next day, it was so. weird.
It will seem very odd -- I usually stay up too late doing a meaningless project, it helps me think about something other than my dogs.
I can't sleep without the dogs. I can sleep without Hubby EASY, but no dogs? No sleep!
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