Lonely. So Lonely

I am all alone in the house today. I sent Oliver to the cape with this Grampie because I am simply not around enough this week end for it to be fair to keep Oliver here when he could be in the cape, sniffing after chipmunks, picking up ticks and getting regular scratches behind the ears from all the guests.

Dad called shortly after arriving in the Cape with Oliver to ask where his dog bed was. He also told me that when Oliver followed him out to the van to head to the cape, Oliver reached the van, looked around, saw I wasn't with them and B-lined it back to the house where he sat in front of the door, staring at it waiting to be let back in. Dad said he got him back into the van and gave him lots of attention on the drive there and that now Oliver is happy as a clam to be at Scott's End. And who wouldn't be - my dog's no idiot.

But, now the house is empty and quite lonely. It's strange. I lived alone for so long but now have gotten used to at least some commotion at all times. It's especially strange to not have my pooch beneath my feet wherever I go. I confess one of the reasons I dislike it so much is because it gives me a taste of what it will be like eventually, you know, YEARS from now, when I no longer have Oliver.