My dog is my shadow. Wherever I go, he follows. Lately I have been spending my nights in my study working at a folding table and sitting on a metal folding chair. This is quite different from the over stuffed couch downstairs that Ely is accustomed to. He has been a bit disgruntled by this location change. He loyally stays by my feet but he fidgets like a five year old in a waiting room. The study has filled over the past few days with Ely’s favorite toys. He chews on a toy for a while, then sighs or snorts and quits chewing.
My dog is dramatic.