I sent the dog out to Connecticut to Katka and Matthew’s in the end of June/most of July, as I was travelling for a good chunk of the summer. In my mind, this was the rough equivalent of sending him to summer camp?
At least, that was how I made myself feel better about…abandoning him.
He was excited to see me when I went to pick him up. It was not *quite* the equivalent of a “solider returning from the front” YouTube clip. It was more “wayward yuppie asshole makes her way home from extended Western European business travel/holiday.”
But like I said, Roo was excited. I was maybe more excited than he was, but it was a happy reunion, nonetheless.
He seized upon the opportunity and had me doing all sorts of stupid tricks.
But I think even the shaggy dog was surprised by how much I had missed him. I had missed him…ferociously. His mere presence is calming to me. The routine of walking him calms me; gives my life order. Knowing I need to take care of him keeps me present.
Also…how can you resist that face?