June 18, 2012

White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army clung to Steve like glue. The next two weeks are really rough schedule-wise and they are reluctant to spend any time away from his side. He is finishing up the Graduate Seminar he is teaching at the University four mornings a week and then heading to HIS college's  chair responsibilities and two back-to-back late teaching nights. The seminar ends at the end of the month but ultra late Tuesdays and Wednesdays will continue through the beginning of September.

While it is wonderful to be loved, Steve began to feel a bit claustrophobic this morning standing in the bathroom surrounded by five of the Army with YoYoMa lying patiently in the hall just outside. Oso, the newcomer, has no real basis of knowing what double late nights are all about, was nonetheless not about to let Steve slip out of sight. He insisted on walking between Steve's feet, nearly tripping him, which would have caused a WDA domino catastrophe.

For awhile this afternoon it was if we were a climbing team roped together for safety. We moved as a pack, we rested as a pack (locking me into my computer desk), and we stuck close to each others' sides...By late afternoon Eskie independence began to assert itself and tempers flared a bit. We wanted to be close...but not touching. We wanted companionship...but we did not want to share our toys and chews. We wanted to know were the others were at all times...but we wanted some privacy. Things started to shift back to our normal...

And then the much loved and long missed Steve returned...

Did I mention a loving family is an incredible blessing? Makes you feel VERY appreciated after a long hectic day (even if you DO get a little smothered).