Dude, Where’s My Girl?

Okay, I’ll admit that I can be neurotic. I like routine, crave it actually. so, when a constant in my life gets gone, I worry.

A-Dog took a short trip away with her girls this past weekend. I’m her girl and why I wasn’t invited is still a sore point… Anyway, I’ve gotten used to the fact that she’s always here. She hangs with me most of the day. We run outside together. She rubs my ears at random times. We take potty breaks (not together, mind you.) We’re together day to day.

The rest of the family is here, but they go in and out more often. If they all leave for somewhere, she’s the one that makes sure I’m good to go, or good to not go. She always says “See you soon!” And she’s off. But not for too long.

She was gone for 36 hours this time. I didn’t eat. I looked for her in my waking hours. I did manage to sleep (I am a dog, for goodness sake. Sleeping is a claim to fame.) But I was trippin on a whipple dip.

It’s all good now. I’m calm, cool, collected, eating, sleeping, chilling. I put my neuroses on ice. I can’t stop her from going away, but I hope it’s not for a long time.