There is no doubt that Stella has accepted Dave as her “pack leader.” She literally flops over every time she sees him. If he moves to another room, she’ll get up and wait patiently at the door as if to say, “After you,” and follows him in. And then she’ll shoot a look at me that says, “Me next! You third!” Woo. Fun times.
Anyway, so today Stella has been moping around in her crate, in the kitchen, on the deck…there is no life in her. She’s been this way since Dave left for work. If I move towards Dave’s desk her ears perk up and she runs to the gate to see him. He’s not there. If I move to the bedroom, she runs to the door to see if he’s there…No? Back to moping.
I’ve had this song in my head all morning because of this attitude:
So much drama!