All the while, 2 fuzzy bodies watched my movements. Two sets of eyes hoping I'd pick up that tennis ball again and throw it just one more time. Or reach into the freezer for just one more round of doggie ice cubes. Muffled whines from Nyxie as the ball rolled under the couch. I absentmindedly moved the ottoman and retrieved it. Her tail wagging joyously - thankful I had noticed. As I gathered my clothes and prepared to shower, you quietly moved your bone and ball into the bedroom. Arwen placed her head on my lap, half- hearted ear scratches are better than none. I showered with Nyxie lying on the bathroom mat, ever watchful, nearby, reliable.
And me, with my hurrying and my schedule and my stuff. Always something.
I will be home soon, my girls. And you will forgive me like always.