Talking to Dogs & other Empty Nest Weirdness
Good day readers and followers. Welcome to late summer here in the USA! I came to a point of realization yesterday as I was getting ready for work. The world has long since started to return to what used to be normal. We don't all just work at home. We go to the office, we go to see clients, we leave the house and for me that means leaving my dogs by themselves. My pups don't really like when I leave for long periods. First let me explain my two pooches again. Skye, my girl, was adopted from a rescue at nine weeks old. Skye was born at the rescue, a place where some of the volunteers come in just to play with the dogs. The happiest dog ever, she was adopted to be a buddy to my aging Westie, Piper, who has since passed over the mythical "rainbow bridge." Skye is a mix of mini-greyhound, Jack Russell and Chihuahua, 13 pounds of speed, happiness and fun. My older daughter and my granddaughter lived with me for th...