Telemachus is watching my every move. He knows I'm leaving. Five weeks and two days is a long time to a human, but what about an animal? I'm hoping the vet is telling me the truth when he says that to a dog, five weeks is no different than two weeks.
I never thought I could love a dog this much and even though I am thrilled to be going back to Ireland, the thought of not waking up to this face breaks my heart. I know he will have a great time with my mother. I already saw the treats she has hidden in her cupboards. I hope she remembers my lectures on "Loving something doesn't mean you stuff it with food."
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To be honest, I don't know how you would say goodbye to this face! Have a great trip!
Thanks so much, Karen. I hope you are having a great summer.
Sorry I missed your party... have a wonderful time! And I'd have a hard time leaving that little face too.
I feel the same way every week when I leave my pets for half the week. He'll probably be thrilled for a change of scenery though-like a vacation for him too!
No worries Amy. You were missed. Hope your summer is going well.
Marissa-my mom says Telemachus is having a good time without me. I hope she's not lying to make me feel better.
The guilt that comes with motherhood can be awful.
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