Mommy?

Where the hell is Mommy?  It’s been days.  She left me here, and by here, I mean with Daddy and my kennel prison in the laundry room.  No working from home for her.  It must have been pretty important because she left here with like 400 pieces of luggage.  Try as I might, I could not get into the luggage, although I sat all around it while she packed.  She had all kinds of mess going on in here while she was packing, laying things out, telling Daddy she needed more outfits.  Drama show.

So here I remain.  For the first few nights while Mommy was gone, I slept on her pillow in protest.  Like hell, Daddy, will I just cuddle up to you.  I make the decisions about where I sleep.

Since it is unclear when she is returning, I am considering moving to a new house.  Mommy has a new friend a few houses down named Maureen.  She is the mommy to Jorga and Trinket and she works from home, like my mommy.  She’s been coming to get me during the day and I have been spending the day with the girls.  I am quite popular there.  I have 2 girlfriends and we cuddle on their beds.  Maureen also has a fenced in backyard.  It’s basically dog paradise.  If Mommy does not get home soon, I will be packing my monogrammed coat, my bed with my name on it, and my favorite toys and hitting the road.  Fortunately, it is not a far walk for my little legs.  I am a social dog and this lonely hearts club at my house is not cutting it.

There is also this really strange thing happening.  Daddy and Mommy talk into their phones at night, and they act like they can see each other.  Then Daddy holds the phone up so Mommy can look at me too and talk to me.  They act like this is the coolest thing ever and I gotta tell you, I just don’t get it?  I hear Mommy’s voice but I can’t see her for anything and frankly, she isn’t in the house so what difference does it make? They are so odd. I just lay on the couch confused.

Wait, there is the garage door.  OMG.  Mommy is home!!!!!! At last.  The walks are back.  The snuggles are back.  The lengthy but meaningless but one sided conversation will return (no, I don’t care what you make Daddy for dinner).  The hour long work out video she does while I watch from the couch will commence.  All her ridiculousness will be back.  As much as she makes me crazy, let’s be honest.  I am her favorite.  More than Daddy.  But not sure he knows it.