I'm not a traveler, never have been. Even as a child, we didn't take very many vacations away from home and I kind of grew used to that. Truth be told, I really don't like leaving my dogs for very long. They miss me. I'm sure they do. Last week, I was out of town for three days to attend a conference. My family had their own things going on so I went alone and they stayed home with the dogs.
Three years ago, we adopted a rescue dog (a Puggle) and named her "Rosie." Rosie was MY dog, if you know what I mean. Our other dog, Toby, loved me, but really preferred my husband because he would throw the tennis ball without end. Rosie snuggles with me every night on the sofa as we fall asleep watching TV and she cuddles in my lap as I sit and read. She won't do this with anyone else in the family...just me.
When I returned from my trip last Friday, Rosie made it perfectly clear to me that she was not happy that I had gone. I know that dogs can't talk, but she made it known through her body language that she was mad.
As I unloaded the car, she just sat and pretended not to watch.
She wasn't interested in playing ball in the yard. She stayed on the porch and watched.
And snuggle time during nightly TV...not happening.
It took until Saturday morning for Rosie to finally warm up to me being back. Maybe it has something to do with her being a rescue dog. Maybe she thought I had abandoned her. Maybe she was worried that I wasn't coming back.
Maybe I'm just reading too much into it.
Anyway, it's nice to know that I was missed while I was gone.