It was too hot to take Miss B for four miles of running this morning. Still, she attended the Lacing and the Tying of the Shoes with her usual begging–getting her nose tangled in the laces, rolling over, trying to lie on my feet so I could not move without her. You get the idea.
Poor thing. She doesn’t understand when I leave her home for her own safety. There is Moping. And Whining. And when I come back she does her level best to tear the door down to get out and greet me.