We Miss Our Humans...

when they go out.  Chloe and I know they'll come back, but that doesn't mean we don't miss them.  Chloe and I have our usual routine.  I usually go to the door when someone leaves and give them my "What? You're leaving without me?" look.  It's my last hope that I can convince someone to take me with them.  I love car rides.  But, since that doesn't work much, I usually take my position on the love seat in the living room.  I can look out the window and be comfortable at the same time.  The bolster pillows make a lovely headrest. 

Chloe will sit on the table and keep watch.  Our little home security system takes her job very seriously.  She will bark an alert whenever anything or anyone comes near.  It doesn't matter that the potential intruder may be a chipmunk eating a seed from one of the maple tree spinners while sitting on the porch.  However, if all is quiet, or if the humans are gone a while, Chloe can get bored...or maybe a little nervous.  Either way, she can get into trouble.  Daddy has to make sure the garbage can in his bedroom is out of reach, and that the door to the bedroom Aunt Pat uses as a computer room is closed.  Aunt Pat has come home to find partially eaten envelopes, printer cartridge boxes, baseball cards, old facial tissues, all partially chewed or ripped, in the living room.

Once we see the humans pull into the driveway, I'll head to the kitchen door and wait.  When the humans come in, I have to sniff them, and whatever bags they're carrying.  Okay, so I'm nosy.  But, if there's something yummy in one of the bags that may be too heavy for them to carry, I want to be there to eat it, err, help carry it inside.  I have to be careful to stand far away enough from the door so I don't get hit when it opens.  Chloe will come in and say hello, but she'll sometimes wait a few minutes so she can stand up on her hind legs and see what the humans have brought home.