Poor baby

This is Princess. Bless her, she misses my husband so much! He is working in Fayetteville, and last night and today is the first time she has been without seeing him. Normally, she acts like a Jack Russell on steroids. Her tail isn't wagging, her eyes look sad. Last night she wouldn't even come in the bedroom. That is always part of her routine...visit at bedtime, then she goes to her chair for the night. I was going to let her sleep with me, but she absolutely would not come into the room. I got up several times to pet her, and she stared back with those sad eyes. I've been married to Bill for 37 years, and I don't miss him that much...I hope that's not a bad thing.

It's funny how pets get attached, and yes, how we get attached to them. Speaking of the devil, Princess just walked through the kitchen, where I am typing, with her head down and tail tucked under. I talked my baby talk that usually generates tail wagging, and petted her, but she was in no mood. She loves to go to Sonic for ice cream, so if things don't get better, then we'll be heading that way. Poor thing. It's really sad to watch her. I've tried squeaking and throwing Bobo...her chew toy that has the most obnoxious sound, but she loves it. Since she was a puppy, she has always had some toy that squeaks. She loves taking her nose or paw and making it "talk". She also tosses it up and catches it. Of course, it's shaped like an ice cream cone....what else? I'll add a picture of Bobo later. Well, she is back inside, so let me go console her. I think Princess, me, and the Bobo are going on a road trip!