This morning, Nick and I sat right here playing with that squeaky toy before going out for a walk around the block. After our walk, he went to the groomer and I went to breakfast with Megan. Now I'm home and he's still off getting groomed. And I miss him. It's quite strange to walk in the front door and not be greeted and followed around. How much fun is a sunny Saturday morning without a sidekick? He was trembling when we walked in the groomer's front door because they also offer kenneling services and now I'm feeling quite guilty. I hope he's having fun and being treated well. I have a feeling he's gonna be smothered with love after I get the call to come get him.
