A Sixth Sense

After a good part of the week spent with my husband, Jeff left this morning. I knew it was coming. He had mentioned it earlier in the week. He had a game to watch in Pittsburgh tonight. 

Shea, on the hand, was not clearly told when Jeff would be leaving. I mean, why would he be. He is a dog! The funny thing though, Shea knew. I hear a lot about dogs have a sixth sense. I like to think of it as a fifth sense because I am not so sure how their sense of taste really is. I have tried dog treats. Not all that appetizing. Being the ice cream lover that I am, I took a lick of Shea's Frosty Paws. Not good. I can't say that I have ever drank out of the toilet, but can't imagine that it is the best tasting water around. 

Back to the point, Shea sensed Jeff was leaving. How could we tell? Shea became very clingy. He wouldn't leave Jeff's side. In fact, this morning, after I brought Shea out for a run, he ran upstairs and this is how I found him. 

Sweet, right? It is, but at the same time, it is so sad. It was Shea's way of trying to get Jeff to stay with him forever. If I thought it were going to work, I would sit on Jeff too. For the remainder of the morning, Shea followed Jeff around. Up and down the stairs. From the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen. Jeff's little furry tumor. 

Shea's plan, unfortunately, didn't work. As life would have it, Jeff had to leave. Although I hate having to go back to what has become my "normal" life, I am dealing with it ok. This trip was an unexpected pleasure, and a visit to Jeff is in the future. My mood may not be as heightened as it was this whole week, but it is not bad. Shea's is bad. He is coming across as very mopey and depressed. I know he is just sad his favorite guy has left. He doesn't understand that he will see him again in a few weeks.

Poor Shea and his sixth sense!