Waiting for Daddy

Blog Mom thinks it'll be another day or even two before Daddy can come home. Unless his insurance company insists. Insurance companies like to speed recovery along, she says. He's no longer in danger, but he's "experiencing some discomfort". The Moms tell me that's a  medical term meaning, "searing, agonzing pain." Waiting is hard. It just doesn't seem quite right, when we're all sitting around the living room but Daddy's not there. Or even in the house.

I thought, though, that this might be a good time to explain more clearly our living arrangements, as I am somewhat of a time share dog. I mention all these people, but I don't think I've ever clarified things. Alpha Mom and Blog Mom are sisters. Blog Mom, as you probably have gathered is married to Daddy. Our house is divided into two apartments, both of which are mine. Alpha Mom couldn't live without a dog, but if not for other people in the house she really wouldn't be home enough to have one and that would never do. She works until quite late and she has an active social life, too. Also there's the brother that is too big to live home. He has his own place - a very nice stall and a bit of paddock at a horse barn nearby. His name is Sgt. Pepper, but you can all him Sarge.Everyone does. She has to go see him on the weekend, too. I would have gotten to go by this time in the Spring if not for all these other things that have been happening. I'll go soon, though, and bring back pictures. I promise.

Daddy is home most of the time, normally, and Blog Mom works but she usually gets home at a reasonable hour - like in time for dinner, so I usually spend the day with Daddy, give Blog Mom some quality time when she gets home and then dine with them. And these days  my human adult brother is often around and also the rescue bass player who we are fostering, but he's on tour at the moment.  I sleep upstairs with Alpha  Mom and hang out with her as much as possible unless she's doing something too boring, like talking on the phone. Then I go downstairs to see what's doing. Everyone is always glad to see me, whichever floor I'm on.

I am quite strict about one thing. Evenings are for the whole family together. If Alpha Mom is ready to watch some TV or read in the evening we must go downstairs and do that in Blog Mom and Daddy's living room. Daddy is usually lying on the couch and Blog Mom has her chair with the laptop and sometimes a cat, Alpha Mom takes the loveseat and it all makes a sort of semi-circle around me, Lola, on my downstairs bed. It's a very warm, safe and cozy feeling. So, right now, the semi-circle is broken and that doesn't feel so good.