I spent four days back in Columbus for both work and personal activities, although I’m afraid I had too tight a schedule to see everyone I wanted to see.
There was one “person” who was particularly upset that I didn’t manage to work him into my schedule for four days straight: Tisen.
My poor boy suffered greatly from the lack of a mother. No one told him (in a high, happy voice) he’s the best dog in the whole world for four days. No one rubbed his armpits in the exact spot he likes so well. He didn’t get to take any of his toys with him on walks. And no lap was acceptable to rest his head on while mine wasn’t an option.
In spite of all our efforts to create a bond between Tisen and Daddy so that Tisen would be OK without me, he was a very sad boy indeed.
Over the past few weeks, Pat has become the sole feeder of the dog. The good news is that even though Tisen was depressed, he kept eating for the most part. But, he wouldn’t cuddle with Daddy on the couch. As long as I was gone, if Pat called Tisen to come lay with him, Tisen would run and hide, sometimes even going to the bedroom and getting in his crate.
Pat was worried enough about Tisen’s strange behavior, including sleeping most the day, that he didn’t take Tisen to doggy day care, thinking Tisen wasn’t up for it.
As I drove home, I could think of little else besides my poor boy suffering from my absence. I confess I may have driven a little faster than was prudent.
When I got to our door, I knocked loudly, but I heard nothing inside. I dug out my key and swung the door wide, calling “Hello?” No one. I walked the rest of the way into the apartment to discover it was empty.
Two friends I didn’t get to see in Columbus had stopped in to see us at home. Pat was out walking with them and Tisen and hadn’t heard his phone buzzing when I’d called. So much for my emotional homecoming.
Instead, I drove over to where they were to pick them up. Tisen seemed not to recognize me at first, but then he started running at me and licking my face. Later, our friends commented about how much perkier he seemed now that I was home.
Currently, I am laying on the bed typing this. Tisen dozes on a blanket on the floor right next to the bed. He dozed off for a while, but then started awake and immediately lifted his head to check and see if I was still here.
Since I didn’t have a chance to take any new photos tonight, I pulled together a montage of Tisen photos. While many are not such great images, they all helped get me through the four days of separation.
- Tisen’s Night Out (nomadicmainstream.com)
- Blurring Lines (nomadicmainstream.com)
- The End of Foster Care (nomadicmainstream.com)
Just like a child and his mother. Extremely sweet.
I am so glad that you checked in! I have had a problem with the “Blogs I follow” feature and I rely on that to read others blogs. I have been going nuts trying to get WP to fix it. Now I get it working part of the time since yesterday. But I didn’t see anything from you. Tell Tison that Sasha has missed Him a lot. She has been getting out of the yard and running over to where some other dogs in the neighbothood are and I have had a time trying to get her to come home. She just loves other dogs! lol.
Well it is good to read your blog again and I have put it in my favorites so I won’t miss it even if WP isn’t cooperating. I went to Lexington Monday to help my daughter and son-in-law move the last pieces of their furniture into their new apt.and ended up not getting home until after midnight. My animals were so happy to see me home! They really worry when we are gone don’t they? I wish we could make them understand that we will always come home.
Ive had some issues with publishing not working.. Sometimes my post won’t appear in the reader view. But, glad you found me! Yes–it would be so much easier if we could explain it to our four-legged children!
I actually said a prayer on the way home lol. I asked God to somehow let them feel peace and to know that I was on my way there lol. It made me feel better. Who knows they might have a better connection than we do. I worry over them like they are my children.
That’s so sweet!
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