It was easier to have Silly Lilly Saturdays (or any day) when the weather was warm because we could be outside all day. Now, it’s a bit more challenging. After taking off 12 glorious days for the holidays, I noticed a distinct difference between having Lilly with me and Lilly having me with her.
I’ve been lucky enough to work from home since late 1999. That means both Lilly and Ginko don’t know what it’s like to have a Momma who is gone all day.
Ginko, the consummate Sofa Captain, takes up his post and only bothers me if he needs something.
Lilly, being Lilly and the consummate border collie, is most often at my feet. I move. She moves. It has always been that way.
Oh, sometimes she’ll sleep in her extra crate in the dining room or on a bed in the sun or in front of the fire, but most of the time — especially now — she is glued to me.
Dog agility folks use the term “velcro dog” to describe dogs who don’t work well at a distance on the agility course. Lately, it’s as if Lilly is velcroed to my shin.
Often I move, and she doesn’t. Or, if I’m standing at the bathroom or kitchen counter, Lilly wedges herself between me and the cabinets.
That’s a normal day around here. We’re always together.
BUT, there is a big difference between being home with the dog and truly being with them.
It’s less about them being around for you and more about you being around for them.
- If she is sleeping, I either cuddle with her or read quietly at her side until she wakes up.
- If she wants to walk, we walk.
- If she wants to play, we play.
- If she wants to poke around outside, we poke.
Sometimes, Lilly will crack her eyes and check. Upon seeing me there, or feeling my body against hers, she often sighs and goes back to sleep.
“I’m still here, baby girl.”