Frank is away for a couple of nights at a photography workshop. Daisy and Sam are very confused. Morning usually means a trip upstairs to have an after breakfast snooze while Frank has his coffee.
Daisy knew that something was up last night when he still wasn’t home to put her to bed, so she didn’t head for the stairs after breakfast. She just sighed and settled on the rug in the family room. Her sidekick, Sam, followed her lead and stayed downstairs as well.
Trying to explain that he’ll be home tomorrow isn’t making much of an impact. I’m okay as a backup crew. I can provide food and trips outside and neighborhood walks, but true companionship rests with the Big Guy.
I’m doing my best to follow the schedule she and Frank have agreed upon. Daisy likes to sit on the shady front lawn in the late afternoon and survey the neighborhood. Frank stays with her. He does a little plant watering or just sits on the steps to keep her company. Given a choice, I’d skip this part, but it seems to be an important part of her day, so I did it yesterday and will again today.
It was so hot yesterday that the normal morning neighborhood walk was non-negotiable. We went to the side yard for necessary business, but when I picked up her lead, she looked at me as though I were crazy; brushed past me and headed back inside to the air conditioning. She agreed to an after dinner walk.
Sam probably misses him too, but as long as he has Daisy, and I’m here to provide warm milk, he’s okay. Daisy’s okay too, but she’ll be much happier tomorrow. I’m a pretty good caregiver, but Frank is her world.