Phoebe in Seattle, again

PHOEBE IS HERE.

I picked her up from the Seattle airport on Friday and we haven't been apart since.  She spent the first 10 minutes of the ride home very dramatically whining at me, and I'm certain she was telling me the story of her arduous journey.  I made sure I nodded sympathetically, and injected lots of "really?" and "it's okay" and "well you're home now" type of comments.  She seemed satisfied.

And so far it's been pretty smooth.  We had one small (or large if we're really honest) pee incident about 30 minutes after arriving in the apartment, but that was my fault.  I'm a little out of practice when it comes to telling the difference between "Play with me" and "I have to pee" whines.  Clearly, it was the latter.  Good thing we have a heavy-duty carpet cleaner.

She was bouncing off the walls after we got home, so we walked to get a cup of tea and shared a cookie.

The "don't eat all my cookie" face.

I forgot the Chuck-it, so my arm-throwing distances were pathetic.  She was gracious and didn't make fun of me.

Tired, happy, and blurry.  Ball chasing (or maybe flying across the world) is exhausting.

But my poor Sven.  Now he's all alone and I can't help feeling sad for the loss I know he feels.  Phoebe is a giant bag of snores most of the time, but caring for her does wonders to stave off the worst of loneliness.  I've been really mopey lately and having her around is already helping.  Currently, she's laying beside me on the couch, snoring and farting on me at the same time.  How sweet it is to be a dog lover.

In happier news, all three of us will be together in a few weeks!  Steve's just popping in for a quick visit, but we're counting down the days.