Tonight my girl’s away, sleeping a couple of hundred miles away from me. And there are things that I don’t think she knows. I don’t think she knows how much I love her and how much I need her.
You see I’m her rescue puppy and yes, her bitch. She rescued me a year ago and has cared for me ever since, healing my hurts, beating me when I need it (or when she needs it) and getting to understand me, better than anyone ever has. And now I miss her.
It’ll be Monday until I see her again. Oh not long I know, but enough time for a mischief-making puppy to get bored and lonely. I won’t actually pee on her bed of course, mainly because I’m the one who does the laundry and I won’t chew her favourite shoes either. I might just nuzzle up against her pyjamas though, surround myself with her scent and drift off to sleep imagining her by my side, stroking my hair.
I’ve been told I must wear the pink dog collar and lead in bed tonight. You’vc no idea just how happy that request made me – well ok, some of you might. And it’s not as if I’ve just been left with a few biscuits. There’s a fridge full of things to use up, so I’ll eat well.
A contented puppy, missing his owner, but generally being fairly good - ish.