Left Behind

With all the chewing, digging, shoving his snout in my eye (of all places) to wake me up in the morning and howling at pretty much anything that comes within one hundred feet of the house (including the lawn), one would think that getting a few days away from him would be a pleasure.

One wouldn't think that six hours after handing him off to a friend for dog-sitting duties I'd be missing him.

Next time, he's going on vacation with me. I think I can pass him off as an excessively hairy child, don't you?