For just over half of Choppy’s life, I have mostly worked from home or the road. She has spent that time sitting by my chair or nearby as I work, waiting patiently (or sometimes not so patiently) for me to finish up and spend my time just with her.

Recently, I’ve gone back to working out of the house. Starting in a few weeks, she’ll get to come with me when I work in one of our offices, but in the meantime, she is stuck at home during the day. Despite getting to live a life of leisure, though, based on looks, things aren’t all peaches and cream in Choppy’s world.

 

This little black ball? This is Choppy all curled up at our temporary apartment.
This little black ball? This is Choppy all curled up at our temporary apartment.

 

And this? This is Choppy deciding she doesn't want to play. Even with a toy on her head.
And this? This is Choppy deciding she doesn’t want to play. Even with a toy on her head.

Based on those pictures, you’d think Choppy was having The. Worst. Day. Ever.

She is most definitely not. I mean, she isn’t even home alone – Paul is there with her all day. I took her for a nice walk this morning, and she had several treats before I left. She has a view outside with many people passing by, should she choose to look outside. It’s a pretty darn good day, if you ask me.

[Also? There is something flattering about a creature who loves you so much that your mere disappearance for eight hours can cause that level of sadness. Even if there is more than a touch of the drama queen there.]