Because of work, i couldn’t stay at the beach for the entire week, so i returned midweek while Lance and Nugent stayed with the family. So i drove home alone. It was a good drive, full of loud music and chatting on the phone, but i was glad when it was over and i was pulling into the driveway. It’s always a comfort to return to your home and its familiar surroundings.
Or is it? This is the first time i have experienced this house as totally empty. Lance is usually there, too, but Nugent in particular has always been a total constant. It’s strange that he’s not there! I found myself listening for the pup’s feet clatter over the floor. I checked his food bowl to see if he’d eaten. I looked outside to see if he wanted to come inside. I would catch myself doing these things automatically and marvel at how very quickly i have become acclimated to living with a pet.