Thinking about it is heartbreakingly catastrophic and quite honestly I can’t deal. So, I do what any weenie in distress does – drift away into a suspension of consciousness – I sleep.
Throughout the course of the day I look for the most serene and snuggly locations to escape my suffering and sleep the day away. A quiet place to dream about an endless supply of biscuits, rolling in offensive smelling grass, defeating a mountain lion with my short, bare paws and hittin' the slopes.
10am – invade human's bed
12pm – make my way to the couch and find a blanket
4pm – move to one of my 4 dog beds in the house. Life is so difficult!
By the time 5pm rolls around, I'm so weak and unappreciated. My humans are never coming home and my existence is seriously compromised. Suddenly, the door opens…