Sophie gives me the stinkeye whenever she knows I'm getting ready for work, and I feel guilty every time I leave her, but today, oh, today.
We had our usual morning routine, breakfast and a walkie and fresh water and a dental chewy as a treat before I go out the door. I gathered my stuff and headed out, got downstairs and realized I'd forgotten to put on earrings (I feel naked without earrings) so I put my stuff in the car and went back upstairs. As I was climbing the stairs, I heard it - a tiny, mournful little howl. The walls are thick and I'm sure the sound doesn't travel to the neighbors, but I was standing right outside the door. I could hear the distant, muffled little "Wooo-ooo-OOO...". She sounded SO sad, it broke my heart. I don't think she's been crying every day, but the last couple of weeks have been hard for her - I had days off, then I left again, and she's feeling confused and abandoned. Poor baby. I do feel sorry for her - she's not "alone" but I know Murphy's no company. It's not like he'll get out of his bed and run around and play with her.
I need a "take your dog to work" job. Or I need to win the lottery. For now, I'll make sure she gets lots of walkies and mommy time this weekend.