Oh, Ted. It has been a rough week for all of us, hasn’t it? JG leaves at 6:15 in the morning without a word of good morning or good bye and he doesn’t even come home until after 7 or 8 that evening because of lots of volleyball matches and graduate class. That kind of schedule makes him eat late and turn in early, which cuts into your playtime severely. But I’m even worse, aren’t I? Brusque walks in the morning with no patience for sniffing or saying “hi” to nice neighbors only lead up to longer workdays. You get a brief spot of fresh air when I get home and let you out for a bathroom break, but — oh, the injustice! — then you have to go back in your crate because I have to make dinner or clean up the house because we’re having company the next night.
I can see it in your eyes. You can’t understand why my laptop is so much more appealing than your furry self. It doesn’t make sense that JG would want to read Sports Illustrated instead of giving you a tummy rub. After a whole day away from you, how is it that we fall asleep on the couch during reruns of The Office when you are sitting there, waiting for us to lavish attention on you? Why don’t we respond to your initial wailing from the crate with utmost concern? Why would we want to go to bed early? Why?!
Oh, Ted. This, too, shall pass. Just put your most pitiful face on. That will make us feel much better.
Tune in to Roosday-Tuesday and Wednesday-Bensday for the other two-thirds of the doggie cuteness trifecta!
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Aw, poor Ted! If I lived down there… I’d play with you!
It’s just a quick, uh, few-hour drive…!
Oh, the guilt. I get it every night when I shut the bedroom door. Lately I’ve been softening up and letting them sleep with us… which is why I am so tired today. Cats kneading on your spleen at 4am = need coffee. NOW. Preferably of the Pumpkin Spice variety.
I will never feel guilty enough to let Ted sleep with us. That is just a NO.
Ben was telling the exact same sob story last night. So I gave in to the sad face and took him outside so he could run around. And, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but running is SO MUCH FUN!!! Especially when you can run REALLY REALLY FAST!!! OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW FUN RUNNING IS!!!
The sad face eased up a little after he burned off that energy.
That would be great if he didn’t run after every person he sees! Now we have to keep Ted on a leash and feel much more guilt. That is, until the electric fence training kicks in…
OH Ted!!! That’s such a sad face!!!
Tell me about it!
Ted! Come play with Rufus and Kaya! They are lonely too with mommy working nonstop and daddy working/graduate schooling nonstop!
Oh, he’d love that. He’d think he was just as big as they are, too.
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