About you now
My dog has separation anxiety.We're all leaving tomorrow, all of us besides my dad. My mom and I are going on a ten-day college tour and my sister's going off to Jewish camp for three weeks. There have been suitcases all over the house for days, constant laundry, redundant list-making. Apparently my dog Gracie is a bit saddened by this, because tonight she decided it would be fun to pee all over my bathroom.
I completely understand separation anxiety. I understand the fear that when someone leaves they'll never come back. I understand the fear of being left behind, forgotten. But she is a dog. She is an overweight, pampered, seemingly potty-trained dog who gets a lot of attention and a lot of love and has another dog to play with at home and isn't even being totally deserted because my dad's still going to be here. Maybe I should be flattered, though, that she peed the length of my bathroom and not my parents' or my sister's.
Before I came home to that, I went out with my friends and saw "Toy Story 3" and visited Gabs at Dairy Queen and had fun and felt like a teenager who was hanging out with her friends in the summer. And this afternoon I finished season 1 of "The OC" with my sister. I've packed season 2 to take with me on our east coast tour so I can watch it in hotel rooms while my mom reads books. That's a huge turn of events from the way we used to be. I'm not sure it's a good change, but I almost love "The OC" too much to care.
