As I continue with renovations around the condo, I have to be mindful of the work that is being done and how it affects my rambunctious little puppy. This last round of work involved installing new wallboard and painting – lots of painting. Not the best situation for a nosy little puppy that likes to be where the action is. Thank goodness Aunt Mary came to the rescue by suggesting a sleepover at her house. It seemed like the perfect solution. My contractor could work without interruption downstairs and I could get some much needed computer work done upstairs. Always one to send Jellybean off on an adventure with a fully loaded backpack, I made sure she had food, treats, toys, potty bags, brush, two choices of collars (Martingale and harness), sweater, thunder shirt and her love bug pajamas. I gave her a pass on the toothbrush, as she prefers her Mama to be the one scrubbing those pearly whites. Her Aunt Mary has a set of bowls, several puppy blankets and her Mickey Mouse bed on hand so we didn’t have to worry about those things.
Off we went to Aunt Mary’s house. On the way I made sure to reinforce that she was having a sleepover with Aunt Mary as I had to go to “work.” That has always been a key word that she seems to connect to me leaving her behind and she is okay with that. She was happy to see everyone when we arrived and spent lots of time sharing her most wonderful sloppy kisses. She was not overly anxious when it was time for me to leave, so at least I wasn’t feeling too guilty. Of course I suffered from the usual Jellybean withdrawal throughout the day. It is just plain weird when she is not in the house. However, it sure was a productive day for me on the computer. My sister kept me updated throughout the day, sending me random pictures. As the evening progressed, the realization came to Jellybean that perhaps her Mama was working some overtime. And so the “paw patrol” ritual began. She insisted on sitting at a chair by the window so she could be on watch. She sat there throughout the evening, then, returned to her post in the morning. My sister sent me picture after picture of Jellybean poised on the edge of a dining room chair, stoically watching for a white car to pull in the driveway. Around dinner time, her Uncle Dave packed her up and brought her home to me. What a happy reunion that was! I have heard it said that a home without a dog is just a house. The truth be told, just a day and a half without my sweet little Jellybean was unbearable. She brings so much energy and joy to our home! If you haven’t figured it out already, I just adore my wiggly, little ball of fur! Here’s to our four-legged friends! Thank you for your unconditional love!
Beverly Stiffler Smith