Smooch, aka Ranch Security, had been without her momma for a week at this point.
Carson was gone for 8 days the first time.
Home for 3 days and then gone for 7 days the second time.
During her absences, Smooch had to get used to 3 different Ranchsitters.
Many dogs of lesser character would have lost their minds by all the changes.
She really is a one of a kind dog.
She was always quick to be my buddy if I asked and slept with me in Carson's absence.
However, it was painfully obvious that she was always on the lookout for Mom.
First thing in the morning she would fly into Carson's bedroom and see if she had miraculously appeared overnight.
After I'd finished morning chores, she'd spend her day in one of 3 places:
Her chair in Carson's room.
The bench in her yard that overlooks the driveway.
My bed, that also overlooks the driveway.
On September 8th, I was able to finally let her know that Momma was on her way home.
Uncle Don was driving her in from Albuquerque!
We just had to cross our fingers and paws that the additional rain hadn't made the road impassable.
|Smooch: I hear something! Is that momma? |
Me: Yes! It's finally her! Let's go meet her out back!
|photo credit: at http://www.the7msnranch.com/2013/09/home-home-on-range.html|
As you can see, all was finally right with the world.
Much carrying on by both girls in this picture.
Tears of joy by Carson.
Whines and barks and kisses by Smooch.
I slept alone for the rest of my stay.
Just as it should be.
“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.”
― Milan Kundera
― Milan Kundera