I've been on vacation since 5/18. I went back to work today and wasn't very excited. Mom asked me last night if Portia would adjust. I told her I didn't know, but figured she'd deal with it all right.
Yeah. Right. When I opened the door from the garage, I started to do my usual shoe-shucking dance and looked down. And carefully placed my foot in a different spot. Portia had barfed sometime in the day and managed to deposit said barf in the spot where I usually place my left foot after the first step of the shoe-shucking dance.
I think that was her revenge for me leaving her at home by herself all day. Alone. No open windows or doors bringing in sweet early summer breezes. No scritches any time she plopped her little furry body in front of me. No snuggles in the middle of the day. And a lovely barf ball to show for it.
I can hardly wait until tomorrow afternoon.
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