Gary has been out of town all week and life has been a little boring around here lately. If I’m being completely honest…I basically haven’t worn anything but pajamas for the last four days and I’ve temporarily moved my office to the couch. I don’t know what it is…but something about him being gone sort of screws with my routine. And I’m pretty sure that spending 24 hours a day alone in an empty house is sort of screwing with my head. But at least I have Goose. My little buddy. He’s taken up the spot right next to me on the couch and listens to all my meaningless ramblings. And I know deep down that he really cares about what I’m saying. Even if his snores may say otherwise. He’s gotten really good at barking at nothing so I am convinced there is a ghost in the house…and then sleep with all the lights on. And he doesn’t laugh at me when I jump into bed from the doorway so whatever scary thing that may be hiding under my bed can’t get me. He just understands. It’s weeks like these that I am so thankful I have this little guy by my side. Because let’s be honest…he really is the best company.