Casey-Pig is a sweet little thing.
I say "little" in jest.
At 85lbs she is a force to be reckoned with when she wants to be. SM calls her "Big Mama" as she pushes aside the other dogs and even SM himself on her way to her ultimate goal.
Now we've been gone on vacations before and other than the initial "gang-bang" of puppy kisses, jumping, crying and whining when we get home, everyone seems to settle back into their routines fairly quickly.
Not this time.
Casey has become a cling-on.
Like little fuzzballs on your black pants that you try to pick off, she's there.
I can feel her eyes following me if I so much as twitch.
This week, she's been waking me up in the middle of the night simply by placing her front paws on the bed beside me. The bed then starts to sway with the rhythm of her bodacious behind wagging slowly.
"Lay down." I say, my eyes closed and my voice muffled into my pillow.
The bed starts vibrating faster, back and forth. I roll over and pat her back down onto her bed until she sighs and falls back asleep.
"Why is she doing this?" I asked SM the other day.
"I think she's really happy to see you." He told me. "She missed her Mama."
"So she wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to make sure I'm still here?" I asked.
"She'll settle in. Give it time." SM advised.
Like I said...She's so sweet. You can't be annoyed by her behavior.
Single minded devotion. Amazing.