I keep trying to prep Bobby that I’m going to be gone. He doesn’t believe me. Regular readers know that I speak Canine American.
He pines and won’t eat for at least a few days when I get to well, get away. I worry. I never had to worry about the other critters. I mean, I’d be sorry that they may look for me that 1st day but they rolled with it. Bobby freaks cos he’s a kill shelter rescue with Issues.
He got scared yesterday and mum had to let him in my apartment, where he promptly (he’s meant to STAY IN THE KITCHEN) ran to my bedroom (the door was shut) and stayed curled up in the doorway. She couldn’t get him to move, so she left him til he calmed down. He was shaking and his heart racing, as he does when spooked.
Mum said even Spike was concerned yesterday. That’s saying something.
I got my hair done last night. Spike looked at it and said, ‘Why is that piece like that?’ He always finds fault. Mum was behind him and gave me the ‘whatever’ look. Anyway! That’s why I was late coming in. Bobby was over it by then and just wanted lots of cuddles and fish. –his favorite foodstuff
If all goes well, I should be leaving Missouri, Sunday! And I should be arriving in Denver, Sunday! That’s all of Missouri, all of Kansas and half of Colorado, for about 900miles.