Home...

It's been a few days since I left dear Jax, it's been quite an adjustment. I find myself waking and listening for the tinkle of his tags. Then I become aware and remember I'm back home.

It's so very quiet without him in close proximity.

I make my way to the coffee pot and start my first pot of the day.

I look out my kitchen window at the dirty, icky, ice gray snowbanks, 30 feet from my next door neighbor. Wishing I was looking out over the lake.

Looking at the snow covered trees, their branches bowed with the weight of fresh snow.

I sigh.

I pour my first cup of coffee and wonder what Jax is doing right now.