In the dog house
I had two fishing clients yesterday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Both of these were two person trips, so Drake had to stay home.
What a look. I almost can’t stand it. Even though I tell him “Drake stay, Craig will be back” his ears flatten and he goes to the door, looking for any chance that I’ll change my mind. I just have to be very matter-of-fact about it, grab the cooler, tackle bag, rods, and go out the door to the dock. Even when I’m cranking the boat down off the lift, I have to keep telling myself not to look back up at the house where I know he is still looking out the window, hoping.
He’s always happy when I’m back, although he acts a little different. It’s almost like he’s saying “OK, but don’t do it again”. He always lays along the front of the couch when I’m on it, but last night he laid down at the end. Hmmmmm.
