BY SADIE THE DOG
Yesterday, Charley told her version of our trip to the mainland, so now I get to tell you MINE. I luvs to travel in the van. I always hop in first so I can hog the back seat all for myself. And as long as I'm with my mama, I don't care where we go.
I wasn't sure about Auntie Deb's stairs at first, but I soon caught on and was bouncing up and down them like a pro. And I ignored the cats, and got along fine with the dogs, and mostly had a really great time.
Except for Wednesday. I did NOT like Wednesday. My mama ABANDONED me. Or I thought she had. We had been at Auntie Deb's for a couple of days by then, and mama had a meeting with Gran Rose's case worker to do an assessment for her longterm care. Gran Rose's current facility does allow dogs to visit, but mama decided it would be better if I stayed wiv Auntie Deb for the day. Only I didn't know what was going on, because all I heard her say to me was
YADA YADA YADA YADA STAY! YADA YADA YADA YADA NO! STAY!
And then she left.
When I first arrived at Mama Jean's farm in Mission, I lay with my nose glued to the patio doors watching the road for THREE MONTHS waiting for my family to come get me. And I raced to the door every time I heard a car in the driveway, and then slunk back to the patio door when I realized it wasn't mom and dad. I was very, very sad. It took a long time to get over losing my family and to realize my new mama loved me just as much as they had - maybe more.
But when Mama Jean drove away without me on Wednesday, I thought history was repeating itself. Charley didn't give a hoot - she trotted off to Mama Jean's bed and went to sleep.
But me? I lay at the top of those stairs and watched and watched and watched and watched, never taking my eyes from the route mama had taken out of the house.
Later, Auntie Deb took us all out into her back yard. Charley just found a shady spot under the rhododendren bush and had a nap.
But I hung out at the garden gate, watching the road.
And whenever a vehicle came into the cul de sac, I raced around to the other gate to check the driveway. And then back to the garden gate. I was very, very, very worried.
I don't think mama should ever leave me at someone else's place ever ever again. Even someone as nice as Auntie Deb. I am so glad my mama came back for me.
(All photos in this post are courtesy of Deb Strong, Cat & Mouse Designs. 'Cuz it's pretty hard fer a dog to use a camera.)