Hello, everyone! Little One on the blog today! What’s shakin’?
Let me tell you a little story. A little over a week ago I had trouble sleeping one night. My writer was moving around the room, filling a small bag with stuff. I didn’t think much of it; it was tiny bag. Sometimes she leaves the house for a few days, but she always takes me with her. But the next day, she unpacked the teeny bag and put everything in a huge bag! I ran around, trying to thwart her attempts to pack a big bag and leave the house without taking me with, but my attempts were in vain. And do you think she left a Little One-sized spot in it?
(This is the last picture she took of me before she left. Look how blurry it is! If she had been eaten by a bear while she was gone, this would have been the final picture she took of me.)
I’m sure you already guessed it! There was no Little One-sized spot in her bag, even though I’m not that big. I was left behind. Abandoned.
At least I had my grand-writers to curl up by and receive tummy rubs from, right?
That was the idea, at least. But they didn’t have any time for me! I spent all my time curled up in my crate, dreaming of the belly rubs I could be receiving. I mean, sure, they spent some time with me, but was it enough? Not at all!
(Let’s be honest, though. Do humans ever spend enough time with the dogs in their lives? Nope! It’s not even like we’re asking for that much. I mean, seriously, is 24/7 attention too much to ask for? I think not!)
And if being abandoned by my writer and unloved by my grand-writers wasn’t enough, my BFF-who-doesn’t-it-know-it-yet was here. As usual, he glared and growled at me. From across the room. As I was trying to sulk.
Do I even have to tell you how happy I was when I my writer returned?
Until next time, you can find me practicing my devastated puppy-eye look so that my writer doesn’t ever leave me again!
Keep those tails waggin’!