Oh there is dread in the air.
It happens every time I near leaving town and leaving my constant sidekick and best bud, my dog Nikki.
I feel so guilty. It is horrible when I drop her off at "the Farm". She looks so confused as to why "The guy who feeds her" is dropping her off and leaving. Heartbreaking. I know she'll be well taken care of and safe but man I tell you.
So to make up for it, I always work in an extra hike or two to our mountain trails before I leave, like this evening. I also must admit that I will miss her while I am gone. It is amazing how you grow attached to your animals.
But when I wake up, she is there to greet me and we go for a 20 minute walk/run. Then we eat breakfast and she sees to the door and gives me that "I'll be here when you get home, guy who feeds me". When I get home she is there at the door tail wagging two hundred miles an hour. We go out back and play catch with a tennis ball and then the rest of the evening wherever I go she goes.
Maybe I'm just a sucker for a female with big brown eyes eh?
And I'll leave on Friday and have a good and relaxing week but there will be a void where my pup should be I assure you.
"The Farm" where I take her is literally just that. This old farmer and his family run the kennel. She gets a good sized run to herself, no cage, and then an area to play in a couple of times a day. And of course other dogs to socialize with.
We will both be fine shortly afterwards but that moment where we seperate, it's just really tough for a few minutes driving away.
Oh well, I can dread that later, now we have a mountain to climb Nikki and I.
