Nothing like just laying around the house….

I am sure things will pick up this afternoon, once Winemonkey gets here. But until then, I think I will rouse my little puggie and take her for a leisurely walk.

I wish I could write about something else. Like how going to happy hour with your bosses…. even if you have been there for 4 months doesn’t seem like a very good idea. Because it isn’t. No matter WHAT you think.

But ultimately…. tonight when I go to bed, I will just be happy that Pebbles ate her dinner and pooped on her puppy pad while I was at work for 8 hours. I can see where she was in the house while I was gone. My papasan chair is a little skewed in its stand. I can see that she doesn’t hesitate to get up to doggie bed in front of the window anymore. And today at the dog park she didn’t cower at the thought of another dog. They happily ignored one another… I still came home to a carpet pulled back and shreds of padding… but nothing beats her little positives. No matter what kind of heart ache I portray here… know that in my heart I already couldn’t dream of her being anywhere else, but here right by my side.

Don’t worry. It will end soon. I promise that I will give you something more globally focused this week. But for right now I am still enjoying being a pug momma. Even though she ripped up the carpet again today.

I am trying to remember the smalls teps she takes each day and how far she has come in a week’s time. Today I took a shower and she didn’t even get out of bed. She used to sit there and cry while I was in there. We went out for our morning walk and she went potty outside. When I got home the carpet was up and the padding was shredded just a little bit more. But she went outside for another walk and peed again. Then I went to take her one more time and she grabbed her bone and trotted comically aroud the block with her little bone hanging out her mouth.

Oh. And she ate. Both breakfast and dinner. She is my little muffin and boy oh boy is she CUTE!!!

I don’t know what is going on. Winemonkey left on Saturday morning and now when I wake up I miss him terribly. Poor Pebbles starts crying and scratching at the door about 1-4 minutes after I walk out it. Just going down to do the laundry causes her distress. I start crying when I know I have to leave. Have you ever tried to mask your anxiety from an animal? Because I don’t know if that is part of the problem. I have a huge amount of anxiety knowing that I am going to leave. And tomorrow? God I am frantic about it.