Something is up. There are suitcases filled with stuff in the front bedroom. They've been there for a while but this morning Mommy started to fuss with them, putting things in, taking some out, walking back and forth across the house from the front room to her closet and back again. I followed her hoping I'd get a hint about what she's doing. No such luck.
She and Daddy left to go to a place they call Walmart. Sometimes Daddy takes me there and lets me wait in the car. I stand guard at the window. Mommy never takes me there though. She says I'm a pain in the ass. Whatever that means. While they were gone, I did some investigating of the suitcase on my own. I sniffed around, jumped on the bed, but still didn't find an answer. I had to stop when I heard the garage door go up. Racing back to my spot on top of the sofa, neither one of them was suspicious of me when they piled the groceries on the kitchen counter.
"Someone's been in the bed in here, " Mommy yelled from the bedroom. "The pillows are all messed up."
"She knows you're leaving her. Did you put them back?" Daddy answered.
My ears perked up. Mommy's leaving me? She can't. She just can't. Whose lap will I lay in? Who will I relentlessly paw to get another biscuit? Who will I snuggle close to in bed at night? Oh my Mommy is leaving me! What am I going to do?
"Of course I put them back. Is someone coming to visit while I'm gone?"
Mommy's leaving and a new person is coming. No! I want Mommy.
"Come here, Ginger. Biscuit." Daddy called out.
I raced into the kitchen. Daddy had dropped several of my favorite crunchy treats on the floor. He watched me while I gobbled them up. Reaching down, Daddy rubbed me under my chin. That was so nice. He tossed me another biscuit. It tasted so good.
All those yummy biscuits made me think for a minute. Daddy hands out treats without me having to sit or shake hands all the time. And lets me ride in the car without complaining. He plays ball with me. Mommy never plays ball with me. Hmm. Maybe life without Mommy won't be so bad after all. I wonder when she's leaving.
She and Daddy left to go to a place they call Walmart. Sometimes Daddy takes me there and lets me wait in the car. I stand guard at the window. Mommy never takes me there though. She says I'm a pain in the ass. Whatever that means. While they were gone, I did some investigating of the suitcase on my own. I sniffed around, jumped on the bed, but still didn't find an answer. I had to stop when I heard the garage door go up. Racing back to my spot on top of the sofa, neither one of them was suspicious of me when they piled the groceries on the kitchen counter.
"Someone's been in the bed in here, " Mommy yelled from the bedroom. "The pillows are all messed up."
"She knows you're leaving her. Did you put them back?" Daddy answered.
My ears perked up. Mommy's leaving me? She can't. She just can't. Whose lap will I lay in? Who will I relentlessly paw to get another biscuit? Who will I snuggle close to in bed at night? Oh my Mommy is leaving me! What am I going to do?
"Of course I put them back. Is someone coming to visit while I'm gone?"
Mommy's leaving and a new person is coming. No! I want Mommy.
"Come here, Ginger. Biscuit." Daddy called out.
I raced into the kitchen. Daddy had dropped several of my favorite crunchy treats on the floor. He watched me while I gobbled them up. Reaching down, Daddy rubbed me under my chin. That was so nice. He tossed me another biscuit. It tasted so good.
All those yummy biscuits made me think for a minute. Daddy hands out treats without me having to sit or shake hands all the time. And lets me ride in the car without complaining. He plays ball with me. Mommy never plays ball with me. Hmm. Maybe life without Mommy won't be so bad after all. I wonder when she's leaving.
