I’ve been so worried about bringing Mischa to my new house. Despite living here for two weeks now, she hasn’t even come to visit. She’s stayed at the farm with mom and dad.
There were so many reasons why. I wanted to make sure I was settled so the transition would be easier for her. I wanted to install a fence so she can play in the backyard without a leash. I wanted to meet my neighbors before introducing her. I wanted her comfortable here before I leave her for work all day.
But I missed her like crazy.
Living here alone was great for a few days. But coming home every day to an empty house without my puppy started to weigh on me. It made the week so much longer, and all the changes a little bit harder.
So this past weekend I decided it was time for Mischa to come over for a weekend slumber party. I was so excited to show her our new house and spend the time together. When I picked her up on Friday evening, mom admitted Mischa missed me too. She doesn’t eat as much. She doesn’t play as much. She’s been melancholy. It made me realize something more important than having everything perfect before she joins me.
I’m her person.
Sure, she loves the farm. She loves chasing birds. She loves swimming in the pond (ugh…). She loves going for walks. She loves never being on a leash. She loves random rides to the field. She loves all the open space. She loves exploring.
But she loves me more.
Saturday night she was curled up on the couch next to me snoring when I fully appreciated that it’s going to be just fine. She loved meeting the neighbors. She loved walking the neighborhood on her leash. She loved all the space in the house. She’s going to love the backyard once we get that fence.
This is all such a big change for both of us. But it’s going to work out just fine.
Eric Bjerregaard says
You should have known.
Yes, I know. I just worry too much. I suppose too many good things were happening, I kept thinking something bad was going to mess it all up.