On Friday, I took Blacky and Luci to the kennel about 9 a.m. I figured it would be easier to get the housework and packing done if they weren’t underfoot – and if I didn’t have to check on Luci every 15 minutes to make sure she wasn’t doing something that she wasn’t supposed to be doing. That part of the plan worked perfectly. I got all the housework done and all the packing done in plenty of time and was ready when Hubby got home from work at 4 p.m.
The part that I didn’t plan on was how much I missed having them underfoot. I missed checking on Luci every 15 minutes to make sure she wasn’t digging to China or eating heaven knows what that she found in the backyard. I missed having to make Blacky move from room to room when I ran the sweeper. The house was quiet and there wasn’t anybody to take off with my Swiffer duster, or to put nose prints on the freshly washed glass in the front and back door, or walk across my freshly mopped floors. I missed them, but I was so busy getting ready for the trip that it wasn’t completely awful to not have them around.
Even though we got home on Sunday night, Blacky and Luci spent an extra night at the kennel because they had appointments with the groomer on Monday morning and it would be early Monday afternoon before they came home. After the stressful trip, it was nice to be able to sleep in. Hubby and I slept until about 9 a.m. We puttered around the house and did a few things. Mainly we were just waiting until it was time to get the dogs. The house seemed very strange without them here. The glass in the front and back door was still spotless. There wasn’t any dog hair anywhere in the house. No dog food crumbs. No muddy paw prints in the mudroom. No hissing from the cat because Luci had her cornered somewhere. I didn’t have to listen to Hubby holler about the holes that Luci had dug in the yard. I didn’t have Blacky scratching at the back door to tell me that Luci was eating rocks. It was quiet and the house was clean. I didn’t know what to do with myself and I have never been so bored in my life.
The groomer called at 2 p.m. to let us know that the dogs were ready to come home. I can’t remember the last time that Hubby and I moved so fast to get somewhere. Within a few minutes after Luci and Blacky hit the front door, the glass was smudged, the floor had dog hair and dog food crumbs on it, and there were dog toys scattered everywhere. I was a happy dog mommy.
Blacky and Luci are what makes this house a home.