Now that my husband is working in the Big City, he takes Ozzie with him and stays all week at my father's house in Palo Alto. It is a complicated arrangement, but both my daughter Sara and her little dog Remy stay at my dad's during the week as well. Luckily Ozzie and Remy are terrific friends. They have been since Sara brought Puppy Remy over to meet Ozzie for the first time.
Look at that picture of Ozzie inspecting Tiny Rem. Tiny Rem has a worried look on his little face, but it will be ok. Ozzie is smiling with glee, because he can tell that little ball of fluff is going to grow up to be a Playmate and Friend. And he did. Ozzie and Remy play all week long, and when they aren't playing, they are napping together. Oh now and then they get into mischief too, like a couple weeks ago when Dad opened the door for the Clark Pest Control guy, and both dogs scooted past him and out into the cul de sac where they raced around like maniacs for a half hour before coming back home. These dogs have a real relationship with each other that is lovely to observe. They LIKE each other. They are buddies.
Back at the homestead in Salinas, Sophie and I are on our own. Now, this may actually be an arrangement that Sophie prefers, since she had shown time and again that she thinks Ozzie is a big dumb goofball and should be put in his place. But still.
I think she might miss the old fuzz ball. She just sits and stares out the window in my sewing room. I know I am anthropomorphizing here, but do you think she is wishing she had Ozzie home to play with her? Or maybe she is just bored, not having anyone to torment and boss around? Besides me, that is?
But, no. I think she really does miss him. She tried to play her favorite game where she hides under the dust ruffle of the sewing room bed. When Ozzie is home, his role is to bark and try to get her to come out from under the bed. They play this game for hours until Ozzie gets too excited and Sophie has to come out and smack him.
I tried to play with her, but it just wasn't the same.