I know Hubby missed me because I know how much miss him. Nothing cutesy about it. Our farm routine is optimized for two people. Therefore when one of us goes away, the other has signed up for several long days. The return conversation runs along theses lines: I’m glad you’re home … I’ve missed you … I’m exhausted … I’m going to bed.
Rodney didn’t remember exactly who I was. He jumped a bit when I patted him. However, once I showed an interest in loving on him, he was willing to be my best friend. R is a trifle indiscriminate in his affections.
Mathilda is equally indiscriminate. She doesn’t care which of her minions grazes her, cleans her stall, fetches her hay, serves her meals, walks her to the water trough, and on, and on.
Since Lady [Barn Dogs] is irrationally terrified of Hubby and irrationally attached to me, one would think that my departure would be traumatic and my return would be joyous. Unfortunately, she’s such a neurotic little soul it’s hard to see a difference. Little? Yes. She may weigh 80 pounds, but at heart she’s a teacup Chihuahua.
Of course, the weekend was hardest on one of the cats. Not nearly enough time was spent on the Adoration of Arthur [Return]. An oversight that I am being forced to rectify.
Do your beasts miss you?