I was out running errands all day in order to get my Bronco running, the majority of it spent at a junkyard scavenging for parts. So like, basically an entire afternoon of this:
My roommate, Ben, told me that as soon as I’d left, my dog, Bandit just went over to the front door and laid down. He stayed there until Ben took the dogs out a little later, at which point Bandit began sniffing the ground where my vehicle was, and then followed its scent out to the road and down the street a little until Ben called him back.
The thought of my dog just missing me so much and wanting to actually go embark on some perilous quest to find me is so ridiculously sweet and I’m over here crying as I’m typing this and now he’s kissing the tears on my face.
I’m such a mess, I need help.