DD is the last one to leave the house in the morning, and since I work from home, I get to witness the little “farewell ritual” Daisy performs every single day.
Most days, she sees DD off at the garage door (always trying to sneak out the door with her), then races to the front door so she can watch DD drive off. She’s at that front door like a shot – she gets there before I’ve even locked up behind DD.
Once she knows DD’s driven off safely – she watches until her car is completely out of view – she trots over to the sliding glass door to see who among our bird and wildlife buddies are visiting our yard.
But Monday mornings are a bit different. She actually sulks a bit after DD leaves. She’s spoiled from a weekend of impromptu playtimes and runs in the yard, TONS of cuddle time, and lots of comings and goings.
I don’t think Daisy’s very fond of Monday mornings.
On rainy Mondays she’s particularly clingy and asks ever so gently to be held once everyone’s flown the coop. She’ll stare at me from the doorway and then walk slowly over to me, putting her front paws up on my leg lightly, giving me that face that could melt even Hannibal Lecter’s heart.
How can I not cuddle her? It’s such a precious time. She sits on my lap, puts her front legs over my arm and just melts into me, where she’ll stay for as long as I let her.
Unlike the rest of the world, I love Monday mornings. 🙂