But now the Missaroo is back home and I'm back home and you really wouldn't know anything has ever changed. I have to admit she did a lot better than I ever expected and so did I. Last time I left her, when I came back I would have to stand in the bathroom with her while she ate. She refused to be in a different room as me for the next week or so, and if that meant no eating, well she was OK with that. Right now I'm blogging and she's laying in her bed on the balcony.
Today is also back to work for me. This means we'll go on our walk, eat, and hang out before I head across the street. Then another walk and more eating when I return. I'm glad that Miss and I are both growing up. But she'll always be my puparoo.