The dog has been morose this weekend. He's beside himself that he can't find Milady, the being that gives meaning to his world. She went to a family reunion in Alabama this weekend with her brother, Bill. I've told the dog a dozen times that she'll be home this afternoon, but he is still looking for her. Beside himself with worry.
When we're outside he looks in all the places she might be.
Well, we know who's dog he really is... :-)
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