Superdogless

Quincy's Grrraaamma wanted him to visit at her house for a two night sleepover because I was working late. I've been superdogless since Thursday night and I'm going into serious withdrawl. I keep looking over at the spot he generally occupies on the couch while I'm on the computer, and I can't hear him snoring. Sleeping was hard last night too, my extra blanket and exposed tummy waiting to be rubbed was not there.

Man, this is bad. Q-man is a drug for me. A happy pill to take each morning with my orange juice. For two days, I haven't used his silly nicknames, I haven't played "Squish Quincy", I haven't had to take him outside in my Pajamas at midnight, I haven't told him I love him. It's dumb because I know he's ok and having fun and lots of C.O.O.K.I.E.S's at her house..I just miss him.

I get him back on Saturday afternoon. Sigh of relief. He can keep me company while I attempt to get my taxes in order.