What a year, huh? Biggie had just returned home to his mom after nearly a year of living with my wife and me when the quarantines arrived due to the pandemic. His mom finally found a real job, so he went home to be with her. Literally the next morning the announcements of quarantine hit us like a lightening bolt. Since that time we have seen him only four or five times. Once when I had to deliver something to his mom, and several times when his mom had to go out of town for a few days for her job.
This social separation from my part-time dog is difficult for me, so the best thing I can do is call his mom for some FaceTime with Biggie. (Biggie doesn't have his own phone yet.) Somehow it’s just not the same as being with him, and honestly, I don’t think he really understands it. When I talk to him, he seems more interested is sleeping, or some toy, or just sniffing of something. Once I thought he barked for me, but then I realized the mail was being delivered to his home. Oh, well.
As I was writing the above paragraphs I got a call from Biggie’s mom. She is going out of town for a week. Could I pick him up tonight? Before we ended the phone call, I was in the car and on my way.
Biggie is now home with me. Yea! I’m a happy dog, uh, guy right now. Just as I walked in the door to my home, Biggie’s mom called to FaceTime with MY dog, and Biggie responded to her voice for a moment. Only a moment. He then ran into the kitchen and woofed at the cabinet where I store his treats. Yes, he has his priorities. Snacks are more important than anything else, and I agree.
Now FaceTime with Biggie has a new meaning, or at least for a few days. This is the real thing. His face and my face with no phone in between. I’m a happy, uh, guy.