missing Ellie

I mentioned in a previous post that we would be leaving Ellie at the boarder for the first time when we headed out to Cleveland for our friend's graduation. Jackie and I commenting last night on how odd it was to lay in bed and not be jumped on and have someone jump into our face repeatedly trying to get us to play. I notice her missing the most now, as she is such a huge part of my morning routine. When I get up, she gets up, and we go take her outside to do her business. Then we come back in, and in the next hour or so, she is running around, usually getting in some type of trouble, while I am reading news, eating breakfast, showering, getting ready for the day, and all that.

I won't have her sticking her head in the shower trying to figure what's going on. Or her leaning into the trash bin to take out who knows what to rip it into pieces. Or, when she remembers that I am ultimately getting ready to leave, she will inevitable go hide under the bed, because yes, she is still small enough to fit under there. Thus, I usually have to act all nonchalant and pick her early to put in her kennel for the day, or, if I am unsuccessful with that, try to lure her out from under the bed. Usually the most effective is to open the bedroom door (that's where we keep her "quarters"), and act like I am leaving, and eventually she may come out. However, many times, if I just open the door, make walking sounds but don't leave, I get the following in response...Ellie performing reconnaissance from out under the bed. Makes me laugh. And this morning, I will be missing that start to the day.