The Little Brown Dog Missed Me

I was gone from home a whole week. A week in the life of the little brown dog is forever. Russ said she would wander around the house looking for me. She would stand a the top of the stairs and look down to the sweat shop. No, I wasn’t there. She would stand at the top of the other stairs and look down to my office. No I wasn’t there. She was sitting on my bed and waiting.

The little brown dog came to the airport to pick me up. Yes, I really was home. She snuggled me and snuggled me in the car.

Then we got home. Right up to bed. She snuggled so close to me. We slept and slept and then I got up, but she stayed asleep, right next to where I had been. I did errands, met Jan for lunch and came home and she snuggled me some more.

“Don’t leave me for so long,” she pleaded.

I hate breaking the little brown dog’s heart.