The look in their doggy eyes says it all. “Where’s Mom? Is she ever coming back?” I wonder if dogs have any sense of time. They are equally excited to see me, whether I am gone a few weeks, or 50 steps down the driveway to my mailbox.
When their “Mom” is gone, I can sense their disbelief and I actually
feel sorry for them. For what it’s worth, I think they feel sorry for me too. In my own crazy way, I am equally lost without her. So, we sit around and all of us, dogs and I, eagerly await her return. I know when she is coming back. They are, of course, clueless.
I feed them obscene amounts of treats, and they ignore me as I sip on my quality rum. This bunch can’t wait for her to get home. We all need balance back in our lives.
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