Mom is visiting two new places this week. She will speak at two schools that she’s never visited before. She has packed up her bag of supplies and box of goodies.
At school, she will talk and listen and read and ask and answer questions.
Somehow, she already knows it will be fun.
At home, I’ll be sad and lonely and possibly a little scared to be by myself. I will check out the window, listen by the door, bark at shadows and phantom sounds, and take 562 naps.
Somehow, I already know it will NOT be fun.
Soon, Mom and I will be moving to a new place. She’ll be packing up bags and boxes and moving men will come and go a lot. I will try not to be afraid, but just in case, my safety crate is here.
This will be our little balcony.
And this will be our little dog park.
Somehow, we both already know this will be a TON of fun.