Did I mention that Dave's on vacation?

In the past week I have confirmed that my dog is far more high-maintenance than my daughter. Here is a list of the calamities that have occurred since Tuesday the 22nd:

1. Addie ate the bird suet (the WHOLE bird suet), which caused her to wake me on TWO consecutive nights at 3 a.m. to go outside to relieve herself.

2. The third night after she ate the suet I woke, exactly one hour before my alarm was to go off, to the sound of dog-heaving, then of course had to clean the results.

3. Today when Ellen and I got back home after running errands, it seemed that Addie had torn the squeaker out of her toy squirrel, eaten part of it, and barfed again on the couch and on the rug in the living room.

4. She also had some diarrhea, some of which didn't make it all the way to the ground and hung out on her rear end just long enough to leave a spot on my bed, right by my pillow, on the sheets I just washed yesterday.

I mark Tuesday the 22nd as the day from which to chronicle all these Addie happenings, because it's the day that Dave left me here while he went backpacking in the majestically beautiful Montana mountains. He still isn't back. He isn't coming back tomorrow either. And he isn't coming back the day AFTER tomorrow. He is coming back on Sunday. Afternoon.

It's not that I don't think that he deserves a great vacation. He definitely does. But 13 days is a long time. I'm just saying.

Photo courtesy of Glacier National Park