My wife has gone on a road trip for a few days, which is fine; she has a friend's birthday to celebrate in Alabama and I have to work so that's that. The worst of it is I am at home for five days without Cheyenne, seen here having dinner without me in a rest area near Fort Pierce. My wife said Cheyenne got very frisky and happy in temperatures below forty degrees.
As odd as it may sound I am not looking forward to five days without Cheyenne. While its true I shan't have to go for walks before going to bed in the morning, and while it's also true I shall get to go to the movies (Hitchcock this afternoon) without having to face down the baleful eyed stare of an unhappy Labrador being forced to stay at home, her company makes up for the extra work. I do not enjoy coming home to an empty house, or trying to sleep without the comforting snore of Cheyenne stretched out on the floor next to my bed, as she refuses to actually sleep on the bed next to me for some reason. Se likes sleeping on the floor, seen here at the La Quinta in Gainesville without me.
I like to think she misses me but the photographic evidence on her travel pillow suggests she is doing fine on the road without me.