I miss my dog.
I’ve been traveling for business since Saturday, and there’s a hole in my life when Rory’s not with me. He’s at home with my dogsitter Dru, probably having a good ol’ time, but his mamma is missing him.
And while we’ve been apart, I feel like there have been dogs everywhere I go, and stories about dogs all over the Internet and on the news.
Coincidence? I think not.
When I was walking through the French Quarter yesterday to grab lunch, I saw a couple walking their dog — some kind of pit bull mix — who they had dressed up for the New Orleans Saints game. The dog had on a sweater with a Saints flag suspended from it, and he was prancing along like he knew he looked good.
It made me miss my dog (although I would never put a flag on him unless he asked for one).
Then last night, when I was watching ‘Late Show with David Letterman’ — something I rarely do at home because Rory and I read before bed — David told the story of how he and his son Harry had found a stray chihuahua over the weekend and decided to adopt it. Now, David is a dog lover, but I don’t think chihuahuas are a favorite breed. Of course, after he begrudgingly told the story, they showed a photo of Harry with the dog — they looked awfully cute together.
It made me miss my dog more. He’s really cute, too.
Heck, I even read on the Internet that the Fido Awards — the doggie equivalent of the Oscars — are going to be announced in London at the end of November. Nominees include the animated canine stars of “Up” and “Bolt,” the real dog star of “Marley & Me,” and one non-dog entry — the fox voiced by George Clooney in the animated “Fantastic Mr. Fox.”
Now I really miss my dog…and wish I had gotten him into acting. (He could have beaten any of those pooches.)
Good thing I’m headed home today. Even I think I’m starting to sound weird.
