This morning I left the house for work. It was moderately cold out and not at all sunny. My neck hurt and I had a busy day ahead of me. I left for work because that’s my job, but it wasn’t exactly a day I bounced out the door.
As I was leaving, I called out.
“Guard the house, eat all the burglars. Have a good day.”
This is nothing new. I’ve been saying that to my dogs (and I guess cats) for years. This morning I realized – I am the sole source of support for the furries. I’m the only one bringing home the bacon. (Or in the case of Coda, the cocktail shrimp to mix in with his stupidly expensive vet cat food so he doesn’t pee everywhere.)
All of that to say that I wish that at least one animal had at least looked up from their morning nap to acknowledge that I was going to work to ensure their nice, cozy life.