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(First sentence and first paragraph are copied from TV Tropes. The rest is more word-vomit about my current emotions.)
It begins.
Thanks to me putting all the dog's stuff in place like a crazy person, I keep seeing the empty dog bed in the living room, noticing her collar on it, and I nearly call the dog over to put her collar on.
I'm also wondering why she hasn't come up and claimed my shoes as a pillow yet. She likes sleeping by the couches, especially if someone is on them. We'd give her ear scratches or start playing with her so she doesn't sleep the WHOLE day.
I stepped into the room to grab my phone, saw a shadow by the doorway that I thought was the dog, and I almost went "dog, out of the way." Then I turned the light on and it's just the shadow from one of my bags hanging on the dresser's hooks.
I don't want to sleep in my room. She sleeps next to my bed instead of in her own sometimes, or maybe under my niece's bed (she stays on weekends). And she snores, so I'm going to wonder why I don't hear her snoring and check the living room to see if she went to her bed there. When I wake up tomorrow, I'm going to check if she's next to the bed so I don't step on her. Either she waits outside the bathroom while people are washing up, or she waits by the kitchen near her bowl for breakfast.
But I don't want to move her stuff yet, because she's already not here and it's just going to feel more empty without everything in place.
Stupid routine. Stupid dog-related parts of the routine.
EDIT: So I clicked my "dogs" tag for whatever sadistic reason my subconscious has, and I saw the FIRST FUCKING POSTS I EVER MADE ABOUT MY DOG. How the fuck does this happen?
Also, I just realized that I've gotten into the habit of calling Harley "the dog." This isn't just an online thing. It's because the family already knows we have a dog, so we don't need to call her by name unless we're actually talking to her, or it's some sort of legal document or something.
It begins.
Thanks to me putting all the dog's stuff in place like a crazy person, I keep seeing the empty dog bed in the living room, noticing her collar on it, and I nearly call the dog over to put her collar on.
I'm also wondering why she hasn't come up and claimed my shoes as a pillow yet. She likes sleeping by the couches, especially if someone is on them. We'd give her ear scratches or start playing with her so she doesn't sleep the WHOLE day.
I stepped into the room to grab my phone, saw a shadow by the doorway that I thought was the dog, and I almost went "dog, out of the way." Then I turned the light on and it's just the shadow from one of my bags hanging on the dresser's hooks.
I don't want to sleep in my room. She sleeps next to my bed instead of in her own sometimes, or maybe under my niece's bed (she stays on weekends). And she snores, so I'm going to wonder why I don't hear her snoring and check the living room to see if she went to her bed there. When I wake up tomorrow, I'm going to check if she's next to the bed so I don't step on her. Either she waits outside the bathroom while people are washing up, or she waits by the kitchen near her bowl for breakfast.
But I don't want to move her stuff yet, because she's already not here and it's just going to feel more empty without everything in place.
Stupid routine. Stupid dog-related parts of the routine.
EDIT: So I clicked my "dogs" tag for whatever sadistic reason my subconscious has, and I saw the FIRST FUCKING POSTS I EVER MADE ABOUT MY DOG. How the fuck does this happen?
Also, I just realized that I've gotten into the habit of calling Harley "the dog." This isn't just an online thing. It's because the family already knows we have a dog, so we don't need to call her by name unless we're actually talking to her, or it's some sort of legal document or something.