The Saddest Face

Every weekend when I go home, my mom usually lets the dog out to come greet me at the car. Mac is always so excited and makes sure I get a chance to scratch his tummy. For the rest of the weekend he is my shadow. Even if I'm just going upstairs for a quick second, he will get up follow me, lay down for the few seconds for me to complete whatever task I'm doing, and then get up again and follow me to the next activity. He's pretty funny. And I love him.

The last couple of weekends, I've been going walking with my sister and her dog. We go to trails where it is okay to have both dogs off leash and they run around and have a good time. We don't usually let Mac outside by himself at home because he's taken off a couple of times. But when we are out walking, he'll take off after Chandler but will come back to us every couple of minutes to check in and make sure we're still around. It's kinda funny. But it's one of the reasons I love him. Technically he is not my dog, but until I get my own puppy, I consider him my own.

Anyway...on to the title of this blog. Every weekend when I leave, he follows me to the door. I give him a quick scratch behind the ears and say good bye. He always looks so sad when I shut the door behind me and don't invite him to come along. I wish I could just bring him up to school with me. But my room is small and there is not enough outside space for him to run around and play. So we'll just have to settle for a couple of more weeks of separation. :)