Dave drove down through the rain and got here around lunchtime. After a few minutes outside where the dogs got thoroughly wet and muddy, we put them in the back of the car to snuggle and catch up, while we went and got some Thai food.
How did Oliver handle the change? Well, when Dave went to say good-bye, Oliver crawled back into the furthest corner of my car — as if to say, I’m all good, you can leave now.
And so, Dave hit the road, headed north — with my biggest gratitude.
By then the rain had stopped so we headed to the park where we met up with Meg and Coco (Oliver’s long-distance girlfriend) and Daisy danced around like it was Christmas and she was the sugar plum fairy.
Sorry for the lack of photos — believe me, there was much with the happiness.
Now I am home — rushing to get through a bunch of work so I can dive into the weekend.
Above is a photo of Oliver who is snuggled in as closely to my feet as he can possibly be while I tap tap tap on the computer. Here, let me show you another angle.
That is, IF you could hear it over the sweetest snores of a most un-anxious, un-depresssed doggy that I ever did see.
Houston, I think we have turned a corner.
Have a GREAT weekend!