Goin’ to the dogs…

Happy Thursday!  My first post should be about all of the craziness in my life right now, but instead it’s going to be about my dog.  I’m home all alone with my Irish Terrier, Rocky, and a lizard (don’t ask).  My husband and children are away and won’t be home for at least another week.  Meanwhile, the dog thinks I’ve misplaced them.  He sits in my husband’s chair, which he has never done before and rotates laying in front of the kid’s bedroom doors.  While he is doing this, he stares at me in silent accusation.  As punishment for their absense, he wakes me up early with his cold wet nose on mine, he sits on our living room sofa – a place he knows he is not allowed, insists that I share all of my meals with him (sorry Ed) and guards the lizard when I feed it.  Apparently, I might lose it as well…  Every time I go near any door, he starts to do his “I’m going for a walk dance” and makes me feel quilty for not taking him out nine times a day.  He used to sit on my feet while I was writing but now he just mournfully stares from his perch on his missing father’s chair.  I have explained to him in great detail where everyone is at, MANY TIMES, but he will not listen.  The joke will be on him when they return soon, safe and sound, and I’ll get to tell him – I told you they’d be back, now stay off of the sofa!