We got home on Monday and Emily Grace kept saying Abbie- Buster- Bailey?!? Kiwuiesth?!? (she can't get Kiwi yet) I think she was looking for them. Abbie and Buster aren't ours but she loves to pull their fur anyway.
I went to the door Monday night and said "Come on girls- let's go out..." nothing. They weren't there. Duh- how hard is it to remember that they aren't there? Habit I guess. I love those little rascals so much. My feet have been quite cold the last two nights as there was no Kiwi-monster sleeping on them keeping them warm. And as mad as I get at Bailey, I miss the drool stains on my jeans/shorts/skirt every morning. She goes and gets a gulp of water and every morning wipes her mouth on my pants. I run from her, I yell at her- I swoop Emily Grace up and save her from an early morning drool shower- we all giggle and everyone gets a cookie. It's just a few days, I know, but I miss the girls.
There is nothing like the love of a dog. And we're lucky enough to have two.