Going Back to Work

I went back to work today after spring break, and Stella was not a happy camper! Well, neither was I, but Stella is the important one here. I had to hunt her down in the "garden" this morning. The garden is all of the dead matter that I did not clear out in the fall. Nothing is coming up yet, so it was easy to spot Stella's pink bow peeking out from behind a clump of straws that will be the obedience flower in the summer. Poor little girl was curled up there, ignoring me while I called her. She also hides in the garden when it's nice out, but today was not about hanging out in the shade of the plants. She was making herself into a tight little ball of dog. I had to carry her upstairs. She was able to take some food after expressing a bit of misery.

Now, at night, she is isolating herself. She comes down to eat and play, but unless I am holding her or interacting with her, she dashes upstairs and curls up on her favorite dog bed. If I want to see her, I bring my homework upstairs and Stella and Douce and I pile up in the big bed. She will lie under my arm at the computer, helping to check email and overseeing her blog.