My Dog Lacey

I got home from San Francisco about 10:30pm last night. I walked in the house with all my luggage and it was so great to be home. Lacey was in her crate in my bedroom. Surprisingly, and to my great relief, the house was still intact and recognizable. Nothing expensive chewed up or in pieces (except sprinkler heads, which I’ll deal with another time).

I walked in the room and she looked up at me and started wagging her tail. She was so calm and it felt like she was relieved that I was home. Not that she didn’t totally have a good time while I was away, but it seemed like something settled down when she saw me.

I let her out and sat on the floor with her for a long time, petting, holding, playing, talking, just lovin’ her up. I was up for another 2 hours or so and she wouldn’t leave my side (except to go out to the bathroom — and I’m very grateful for that!!).

She slept until the normal getting-up hour — about 5:30 — and then she was up rustling around. I was exhausted and not ready to get up, so I opened the door to my bedroom. She was in and out, in and out, checking to see if I was gonna get up. Putting her head near my head on the bed, waiting….. waiting…… waiting, and not so very patiently or quietly. In fact, she was darn pushy wanting me to get up and get going.

Finally, I dragged out of bed, and again, she didn’t leave my side all morning while I unpacked and did laundry.

I had lunch with Melissa to get the real debrief on the week, which actually wasn’t nearly so bad as I thought it would be. We ate on a restaurant patio and Lacey had her bone in the nearby bushes (raw, of course, with some good marrow inside and it had been in the fridge so long — maybe 3 or 4 weeks — it had a nice stench going). Lacey loved it.

I know she had fun last week with Melissa because as soon as we saw her, Lacey’s whole backend started wagging, and she ran up to her so happy to see her.

I’m so glad to be home and back with my girl.
I love this dog.
Anna

ps, maybe we won’t have to go through the “I’m mad at you for leaving and I’m going to punish you by [fill in the blank with whatever horrific dog act you can think of]”. Maybe she’s happy to see me and that’ll be the end of it.

This entry was posted on Monday, May 15th, 2006 at 3:53 pm and is filed under Mom's First Trip. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

I got home from San Francisco about 10:30pm last night. I walked in the house with all my luggage and it was so great to be home. Lacey was in her crate in my bedroom. Surprisingly, and to my great relief, the house was still intact and recognizable. Nothing expensive chewed up or in pieces (except sprinkler heads, which I’ll deal with another time).

I walked in the room and she looked up at me and started wagging her tail. She was so calm and it felt like she was relieved that I was home. Not that she didn’t totally have a good time while I was away, but it seemed like something settled down when she saw me.

I let her out and sat on the floor with her for a long time, petting, holding, playing, talking, just lovin’ her up. I was up for another 2 hours or so and she wouldn’t leave my side (except to go out to the bathroom — and I’m very grateful for that!!).

She slept until the normal getting-up hour — about 5:30 — and then she was up rustling around. I was exhausted and not ready to get up, so I opened the door to my bedroom. She was in and out, in and out, checking to see if I was gonna get up. Putting her head near my head on the bed, waiting….. waiting…… waiting, and not so very patiently or quietly. In fact, she was darn pushy wanting me to get up and get going.

Finally, I dragged out of bed, and again, she didn’t leave my side all morning while I unpacked and did laundry.

I had lunch with Melissa to get the real debrief on the week, which actually wasn’t nearly so bad as I thought it would be. We ate on a restaurant patio and Lacey had her bone in the nearby bushes (raw, of course, with some good marrow inside and it had been in the fridge so long — maybe 3 or 4 weeks — it had a nice stench going). Lacey loved it.

I know she had fun last week with Melissa because as soon as we saw her, Lacey’s whole backend started wagging, and she ran up to her so happy to see her.

I’m so glad to be home and back with my girl.
I love this dog.
Anna

ps, maybe we won’t have to go through the “I’m mad at you for leaving and I’m going to punish you by [fill in the blank with whatever horrific dog act you can think of]”. Maybe she’s happy to see me and that’ll be the end of it.

This entry was posted on Monday, May 15th, 2006 at 3:53 pm and is filed under Mom's First Trip. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.