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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Worshipping at the Pantry Door
So, Rainy's been here for three full days now. This morning, I had to leave her crated while I ran an errand. I put her in her crate with Mr. Turtle, and gave her a small treat, then left. Oh but did I feel guilty! I was gone for about an hour and 15 minutes, but was worried the whole time about how she was doing. I heard her whining when I was putting my shoes on outside the condo door (we had been out and shoes were all wet). I took care of one thing I had to do, but came back rather than making some additional stops, figuring I'd take care of them tomorrow. I wanted to see how she was, worried pugmom that I am. She was fine when I first opened the door, and just started fussing and getting excited, moving the crate a bit, when I bent down to open it. She bounded out and gave me a wonderful greet. We sat on the floor and played, we went out to the balcony, but she apparently didn't have any business to take care of, and then I pulled out something for myself for lunch. Rainy kept walking around me, and walking around the kitchen island, and I kept asking her what she wanted. She kept walking past the pantry and sniffing at the bottom of the door. After a while, she just stood in front of the pantry door, apparently the alter of all the is holy!