After two days of working with our client, and a quick trip to a couple of Western wear shops where we found a perfect black leather vest for Hubby to wear on the cattle drive in January (not to mention he loves it so much he’s wearing it every waking moment so far), we headed back home (being wherever the RV, horses and dogs are, which is in Caledonia, NY today). We arrived back at the farm right around 8:00, were met with wriggly dogs that were very happy to see us, and visited with the ladies for a bit before heading up to the RV. When I walked into the bedroom I found clear evidence of a little separation anxiety from Lola. The bed had been completely torn apart, all the blankets and the top sheet, which had great chunks chewed out of it, were on the floor, and one of the pillow cases had been equally chewed into shreds. Then to top it off, a big pile of vomit sat on top, though fortunately it was pretty dry. I quickly stripped the bed and cleaned it all up, let it dry, then made the bed up for the night. Silly girl, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s the first time she’s been cooped up without us since we got her, so I guess I should have expected something like this, though I thought because she was older she might not suffer from it. I’m sure it will get better as she matures. Not the best end to a long day, but it could have been worse!
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