Where do you think you are going?

Sammy and Lola watched me carefully on Monday morning as I got ready to go for work. They knew something was different. Where was the other guy? Why isn’t he around to take us out? Why was our long and leisurely morning walk cut short? And where do you think we are going?

The disruption in their weekday routine unsettled them a little bit. So they lined up in the hallway and monitored my movements. Thankfully there was no barking or whining when I left, much later than usual and feeling sad and guilty.

The dog walker left a cheerful note about their afternoon walk. Sammy and Lola were just fine.