I went out of town to move my stuff into a new apartment for school.  I was gone from Wednesday to Friday, and Wednesday morning, I dropped Waffle off at my friends/his breeders' house.  He was not coming with us.  We tripped over him seven times while I was cooking in the kitchen.  I was not about to trip over him 70 times while carrying heavy furniture!  He was excited to be there, but looked very confused when I walked out the door without him.

I missed him so much!  When I wasn't doing anything, I really wanted to play with my dog.  I asked Terri and MIke, his breeders, how he was doing, and they said he was having a blast.  He played non-stop with his brother and his cousin all weekend.  Sometimes, though, he would stand by the front door and look out the window and cry. Then his brother would run up to him and be like, "Why are you crying?!?!" and they'd play and all was well.  

I had a little anxiety about picking him up because Terri had talked to me at length about how she becomes really, very concerned if a dog does not want to go home with his/her owner after spending time at Corgi Camp.  This conversation didn't have to do with me (rather his fluffy uncle who recently left and returned for a week as his new owners went on vacation), but that tiny bit of insecurity was there.  I never really had any doubt that he would be excited to see me but I wasn't sure if he would want to come home with me after having so much non-stop fun at his old house.

I went to pick him up and Mike had him on a barstool and was making him wave to me.  It took Waffle about a second to realize who had just walked in the door and Mike put him down.  Oh my gosh.  He gave me kisses (which he NEVER does) and made these terrible sounds and jumped all over me.  I've never seen him so excited to see somebody before!  We stood around and talked for a little.  Maybe ten minutes.  I asked Waffle if he wanted to go and his ears shot up and he ran to the front door.  When we walked to the door, we talked for a little longer, and he made this awfully sad face the entire time.  He looked at me, then to the door, and went in circles and was just begging to leave.  Mike practically kicked us out because he was tired of seeing Waffle want to leave so bad.  

I love my dog.  I love that he wanted to come home with boring old me, to this boring house where he definitely does not have as much stimulation, to do boring things like lay around while I type this boring blog post.  Being at Terri and Mike's is fun, but I suppose he really prefers being the only dog--who is usually treated like a king, mind you.  I'm so glad he could show me, in such obvious terms, how he feels about me. I guess my feelings aren't one-sided, and we really are Better Together. :9