As many of you know, we sold our home this last
summer because Pookie was asked by his
employer if he would consider
relocating to the Colorado Division.
They wanted to be able to bid and go after larger jobs
and Pookie has that kind of experience.
Before he had to show up this past Monday, we took
a vacation and celebrated my birthday in Disneyland.
(Pics will be posted soon)
A few days after we returned, he headed off to Colorado.
That was last Monday.
Because he was supposed to retire 5 years ago,
(promises promises..lol) we decided
not to move the whole house to another
state, until he knew for sure
that he wanted to keep working.
Another consideration was that
my whole family is here, and I'm living in a very
safe place, (chief of police is right next door, and the city planner
is across the street, the mayor is right at the end of the block)
in a great interim rental home.
It's the pink palace but it's a great home.
And, my trusty 9mm is loaded and right
beside my bed, just in case.
I did see a home for sale in Colorado that I was
excited about, but didn't want to move on that
until we know exactly where we'll end up.
So, Pookie left and last week was the first week he was gone.
They've been very nice and gave him every Friday off, so he could drive
or fly home and we'd still have some time together on the weekends.
I'm doing pretty well.......but Ziggy.....that is another story.
From the minute Pookie left, this was what I was dealing with...
(click to enlarge.)
Do you see his head tilted up, looking at the doorknob???
(Just to let you know how tight these two are, the picture shown
below was taken the evening we moved into our wonderful
old Victorian fixer-upper, a little over 6 years ago.
We were exhausted.
Everybody had just showered and cleaned up and I went into the kitchen
to make a little dinner. I hadn't been out of the room 20 minutes
when I saw this....)
Anyway, back to this:
That dog would not budge.
I called him,
I petted and loved him up,
I tried to discuss the matter with him,
finally trying to tempt him with
his favorite dog bone...a little ice cream......etc.
He knew something was up because
Dad had packed a suitcase and that's never a good sign.
He stayed right there, staring at that door knob for HOURS!
And, that is no exaggeration.
Literally..... for hours!
Finally, I picked him up, which was no easy task,
he weighs 40 lbs!, and forced him to go outside in
the backyard so we could play and have some fun.
You know, try and take our minds off of everything.
Then I got this......
He's looking for his Dad's work truck that is usually parked right
there in the driveway when he's home.
And, he stayed, and stayed, and stayed,
just like that.....for a long long time.
I went back in the house, did some dusting, laundry and went
back out to check on him.
And there he was....still.....
It's going to be another long 4 days......
I promise I'll post my vacation pics. I'm
just been a little bummed at the moment.