Last night I got back from 4 and a half days in San Francisco and the dogs very nearly knocked me down in the driveway because they were so happy to see me. I feel kind of guilty that they love me so much, because I think it makes Jesse feel bad. But I also kind of revel in the fact that THEY LOVE ME SO MUCH that they cease to function when I’m gone. Because I am their world. I think this bodes well for when we have kids and I’m breastfeeding and am the stay-at-home parent.
I’m not sure if he meant well or was ACTUALLY attempting to break my heart (I’d like to believe it was the former), but Jesse sent me this pic from his cell while I was away:
Ty is just my schmoopy-poopy-luvvie-buns, so I wasn’t surprised that he was depressed to find me gone for days. But honestly, I was kind of shocked that Murphy missed me. And as long as Pickles has a big dog to play with, she couldn’t care less about me if she tried. Well, that’s not true, but having a big dog around sure does help with her separation anxiety.
I’m just glad to be home, and I’m know they’re glad to have me here. This morning, I woke up covered in dogs. I was sleeping on my stomach and Ty was on the bed, where neither he nor Murphy are allowed anymore, with his head on my butt. Pickles was against my face as usual, and Murphy was across Jesse’s pillow with his chin across the top of my head.
They have followed me around all day, like they can’t stand to have me out of their sight. I’ve never felt so loved.
-Kristen